Larry Day Sketchbook 1996 - 1997

This is Larry Day's sketchbook, the precise date it was made isn't known, but Day lived from 1921-1998. The cover has this mesmerizing marbled pattern, kind of like peacock feathers or teardrops all snuggled together. The texture is all in the eye, created by these delicate, swirling lines, not the hand of the painter. It makes me think about the tension between accident and intention in artmaking. It's a dance, right? Do we aim for control or let the materials lead? Look at how the colors blend – blues, yellows, pinks – not quite mixing but dancing around each other. It’s like a secret language, a quiet conversation happening on the surface. There is a black spine. I wonder if the book's contents will reveal as much about Day's process as this enigmatic cover. It reminds me a little of the cover of a Philip Guston book I had years ago - always a reminder that art is all about exchange and reinterpretation.