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Do you like art and the creative process? Does the “eccentric” life of the “typical” artist intrigue you? Scare you? Amuse you? Inspire you? Read on…

Allo allo!

I would like to cordially invite you to join my ARTISTS’ group on Facebook:


It is a private, invitation-only group,  but if you request membership, an admin will approve you as long as you’re not a bot.

Not only do I post my own work and artistic musings, as well as upcoming shows and #contemporary #art news, but I have SO MANY uber-talented friends worldwide, whose work I love to share with the public every day.

You could be one of them! All art is the soul, ergo beautiful.

So far the group has almost 4k  (!!! — so grateful) members, so if you would like to either be a voyeur or an exhibitionist, please be my guest.

To me, my readers and followers are all VIPs.

Try it out and see if you like it…you can always leave! Ain’t no Hotel California, lol…

Feel free to also follow me on #Twittter: @jjgrape.

(I heretofore take no responsibility for any profanities or insanities contained therein. Twitter is fun! No rules. Just what we painters like best.)  😀

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OPHELIA SWIMS. 2013. Oil, gold leaf, tears, and poppy dust on wood. 18x24

It’s my happy place — besides the library, the easel, or in front of my iMac. 🙂

Above are a few samplings of my paintings, but this group is dedicated to sharing the work of my many artist friends from all around the globe: a virtual #gallery of sorts! What fun.

(But it is strictly bring your own wine and cheese… 😦  Sincere apologies. Hehe.)



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QUEEN SIZE. 1998. Prismacolor and ballpoint on paper. 6×9.

QUEEN SIZE. 1998. Prismacolor and ballpoint on paper. 6x9.

Scribbled this one while hiding in the ladies’ room from 500 attendees at my first exhibition, “WAKING/DREAMING” in 1998, at SIDEWALK CAFE in NYC’s East Village.
I’m kind of reclusive, lol.

An anti-social social butterfly.   😉


March 22, 2014 · 5:56 pm


I dreamed last night

that you and I

were guests

at a fancy hotel,  where

a cup of cafe au lait

cost nine dollars and

the 800-thread count sheets,

like fallen moths’ wings.


How impressed each morning

was I,

with the thoughtful and charming way you had

arranged room service

with the finest china and Reed and Barton silver

and coffee exactly the way

I like it.

Perfect.     Does this mean

you love me?

Funny, even in my dreams

I was let down,

heartbroken, even —

yet, nevertheless, not surprised

when the final bill

arrived in a leather case

on a silver tray  and


had charged it all


my credit card.


*note: PTG: FELICITY, 1997. oil on board, 20×20.

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