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Wednesday, June 3, 2026

Noah Davis

Art Appreciation

American painter and installation artist Noah Davis was born on June 3, 1983, in Seattle. Raised in a creative family, Davis later moved to California and briefly studied at Cooper Union in New York before settling in Los Angeles, where his artistic voice matured. 

Although largely self-directed as a painter, he absorbed influences from artists such as James McNeill Whistler, Henry Ossawa Tanner, and Thomas Eakins. Davis developed a style that blended realism, abstraction, and dreamlike atmospheres. 

His paintings often portrayed everyday Black life with emotional depth, balancing softness and tension through blurred figures, muted palettes, and expressive surfaces. Even early works showed his fascination with memory, mortality, race, and the psychological space between presence and disappearance.

Davis’s career accelerated rapidly after his first solo exhibitions in New York and Los Angeles during the late 2000s. Among his most recognized paintings are 40 Acres and a Unicorn (2007), Isis (2009), The Architect (2011), and the Pueblo del Rio series (2014). 

His work transformed ordinary scenes into poetic meditations filled with ambiguity and emotional weight. Paint drips, hazy figures, restrained color palettes, and cinematic compositions became hallmarks of his technique. 

In addition to painting, Davis created conceptual projects such as Imitation of Wealth, in which he humorously recreated famous minimalist artworks to critique exclusivity within the art world. Beyond his studio practice, Davis and his wife, sculptor Karon Davis, founded the Underground Museum in Los Angeles in 2012. The museum aimed to bring museum-quality exhibitions and cultural programming to historically underserved Black and Latino communities, helping reshape conversations around accessibility and representation in contemporary art.

Davis died from a rare cancer in 2015 at only thirty-two years old, yet his influence on contemporary American painting has continued to grow. His work has been celebrated in major exhibitions around the world, including retrospectives at the Barbican in London, the Hammer Museum in Los Angeles, and most recently the Philadelphia Museum of Art, where a major retrospective presented more than sixty works spanning painting, sculpture, collage, and curatorial projects. The exhibition highlighted the emotional and stylistic contrasts that defined his career, including paintings completed only weeks before his death that now read as meditations on impermanence and memory. 

40 Acres and a Unicorn, 2007

Isis, 2009

The Architect, 2011

Pueblo del Rio: Concerto, 2014


Sources:

https://whyy.org/articles/noah-davis-retrospective-philadelphia-art-museum/

https://www.philamuseum.org/exhibitions/noah-davis

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2026/03/02/the-haunting-talent-of-noah-davis

https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2025/feb/09/noah-davis-barbican-art-gallery-london-review-he-loved-what-he-was-looking-at-la-artist

https://www.ft.com/content/7b966254-652d-48ce-822b-7f0dfb056a02

https://artreview.com/noah-davis-barbican-london-review-jj-charlesworth/

http://www.papillionart.com/photo-gallery/noah-davis-garden-city/19678605

Tuesday, June 2, 2026

Album Cover: Smashing Pumpkins - Adore

Album Cover

Album: Smashing Pumpkins - Adore

Released: June 2, 1998

Art Direction, Design: Billy Corgan, Frank Olinsky, Yelena Yemchuk

Photography: Yelena Yemchuk

Model: Amy Wesson

Sources:

Wikipedia

https://www.discogs.com/release/367899-The-Smashing-Pumpkins-Adore

Thursday, May 28, 2026

The War of the UTIs

A few years ago, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend's Santino Fontana sang the unforgettable lyric: “I gave you a UTI… my love injection caused a urinary tract infection. I’m just that good, and I didn’t even try, try, try.”

Unfortunately for me, my wife did not appreciate the reference when I jokingly suggested our romantic weekend may have contributed to her UTI. In that moment, I instantly became Enemy Número Uno. The evening quickly shifted from quietness to pharmaceutical warfare as she practically had to negotiate with the pharmacy to fill a prescription submitted by a nurse practitioner. Soon after, I found myself driving clear across town to retrieve the medication — a task I enthusiastically accepted, mostly because it temporarily removed me from the danger zone.

When I returned home, my wife was still in pain and absolutely not amused by my existence. I then received a detailed educational seminar on hygiene, hand washing, and why certain areas of the human body should not be treated like interchangeable tourist destinations during intimacy. Recognizing that literally anything I said could escalate into a full-scale War of the Roses, I wisely chose silence and survival.

The irony is that this all followed one of the best weekends we’d had in a long time. We celebrated my 50th birthday at a beautiful hotel, danced around the suite late into the night, made out like teenagers, ordered room service, explored The Domain, and enjoyed far more intimacy than our usual once-a-week married-couple schedule allows. It was romantic, spontaneous, and honestly pretty fantastic.

There was, however, one tiny detail. At one point she asked, “Did you wash your hands?”

I confidently said yes.

Now?

I’m not entirely sure that was true.