I'm known for my occasionally flat affect and preternatural ability to remain perfectly calm even in the most dire circumstances-- and for the inverse, sheer neurosis in the face of things like crooked wall hangings and too-thick ball points. I made progress and broke my mold today, however, when I gasped with excitement upon laying my eyes on the arresting work of artist Cedric Smith via Brooklyn Circus, with whom Smith is set to collaborate. At long last-- a response justified by the stimulus.
As if his work were not enough, Smith's studio is perfection:
Do you spy on that inspiration board the marvelous things that I do? It all reminds me, actually, of a photo I once took: I'd baked a chocolate cheesecake (from this badass Epicurious recipe), dressed it with chocolate ganache, and sat it atop a vintage cake stand, which I juxtaposed next to that issue of Trace with Biggie on the cover.
More images of this lovely studio can be found on cedricsmith.com.
But only a tour would sate me.