For many years I have been obsessed with hand lettering. It started small with Gelly Rolls in grade school, turned into calligraphy and logos in my twenties, and later a desire to try sign painting. I nerded out over buying the proper tools like lettering enamel and mahl sticks.
This piece, a self-initiated project, is hand painted onto a solid wood door I bought from a salvage yard in Berkeley. I was so excited when I brought it home. After some measuring and a lot of, well, eyeballing, she turned out okay.
I wanted to take it to the beach. I had this vision of the power of the the ocean, gloominess of the San Francisco skies, and big stone like letters representing the current #mood of our social and political climate. I didn’t have an assistant. The door was heavy. The winds were insane. It took all my strength to hold on to it and carry it out to the beach. Once i got to the shoreline, I asked a passerby to help. He’s standing right behind the door. And that bird, he’s a model.
She also made it to the 2nd Annual Women’s March in January 2018! My arms were very tired when I got home.