Pop Up Gallery for Bushwick Open Studios
Ridgewood, Queens, NY May 2014
emigrating from the forest of southern New Mexico to New York City, I spent the winter into spring painting New York, the Pacific Ocean, Hawaiian mythology, disembodied hands, petrified wood, cattle wandering rooftops,
antiques and tree branches outside my window. I could say that these paintings were created during a major transition, except that I'm always in transition, and despite my tendency to try to carry the past into the
future, only the present matters. Painting is always about the moment you are living in.
Albert's Unburnt Logs
High Rolls, NM February 2013
A child of the Great Depression, my Step-Dad Albert Ogle (1920 - 2009) refused to burn the firewood he had accumulated over the 17 years I
knew him because, as he stated, "we might need the wood someday." He also saved everything new, used and broken in the many closets and storerooms about his mountainside property. In honor of him I have taken several of
his saved logs and adorned them with his hoarded materials including spark plugs, lightbulbs, tiles, bottle caps, nails, washers, fabric, tin and work gloves. The result is a little forest of memories. This piece could
only have been created by me in this one time and place and through its creation I have learned more about Albert than he ever revealed to me during his life. Also in honor of Albert I am burning his remaining firewood
during the cold winter months here in the Sacramento Mts.
High Rolls, NM - June 2012
pre·sen·ti·ment - noun :
a feeling that something will or is about to happen.
I move through time and space as a visitor. I linger. I observe. I never stay. I stumble upon
situations and strangers: innocent or not so innocent, perhaps dangerous, mostly benign, and from all walks of life. Each unique encounter starts with a mysterious feeling that something is about to happen. The impact
of such interactions on my life can be metaphysical, but is mostly insignificant. Yet, I still suspect that every group of people I encounter is on the verge of insurrection and I am addicted to that feeling. I want
even the smallest gesture, glance or quiet observation to contain a truth that changes history. The moment I stop moving life resumes its state of predictable melancholy. And so I wait until I can escape once again into
Family Reunion and Memento
High Rolls, NM - March 2012
In 2009 I began to
use up my family photos in a series of collage pieces called "Family Reunion". I decided that rather than keep the photographic documentation of my childhood, and my family heritage, in a box I would use it
up, like paint. These works illustrate a strange universal narrative that has little to do with me anymore. That same year my mother's husband Albert died. He spent his entire life in New Mexico except for four years in
the Army during WWII. He also saved everything. As I have spent the last year sorting through his collection I've discovered some inspiring materials from old documents, heirlooms and photographs to fishing tackle,
hats, used wallets and broken watches. I've begun to reinterpret this material through my artwork, including works on paper and found wood, sculpture and installation, and in the process give new life to this otherwise
meaningless history. I've blurred the past even further by including my own mementos with his. This continuing project is called "Memento". I have come to know Albert, a very quiet man, more than I ever did
while he was alive and for that I am grateful.
High Rolls, NM - April 2011
I've been wandering around this land since I was a child and have been trying to paint it since I was 12. I rebelled against my normal life for decades by escaping to the desert until I finally escaped by giving up my
normal life. So in return the land has filtered into all my endeavors. All my expressions of human connection and disconnection, of culture and of art cannot exist without the land. And on the day that I die I will
regret not having been able to capture it.
"Winterstate" New Paintings by David Nakabayashi
Santa Fe, NM - February 2010
In January 2009 I was driving through Ohio during an ice storm when an out-of-control car came spinning into my lane
from the other side of the freeway. A moment later I was standing alone next to my totaled car on a snow-covered embankment. A short while later I sat in a truck-stop restaurant looking out the window, the whole country
seeming to pass me by. I sat reflecting on where I have been and the people I have met and realized that all my experiences had led me to that moment standing alone in the snow.
Santa Fe, NM - February 2010
A story has the ability to spark a personal emotional connection in a reader or
listener. That connection can take the form of an image, a revelation or a memory that is not contained in the story but illuminated by it. While my recent paintings reflect my life and travels, my personal narrative is
irrelevant to the viewer and the artwork can stand alone, undefined. It is in that undefined, mysterious space that my paintings serve to manifest emotional connections to narratives provided by the viewer.
Here & There: Seeing New Ground
Santa Fe, NM - May 4, 2009
I make art like I think a nomad would. I move through space looking at everything. I talk to people and get them to reveal their secrets; I gather things and take them to
a working place. I think about it all for long days until all the different images and stories and feelings begin to overlap. I float in this gathering state of mind until the time is right and then the paintings all
come out in a frenzy. When it is over I leave again. This practice is a reflection of my life that I have lived as if I was always on my way to somewhere else. I don't know where home is anymore.
"Learning To Catch Knives" New work by David Nakabayashi
Santa Fe, NM - July 1, 2007
My artwork is filled with metaphors for the personal challenges encountered during a time of great change including
the expectations of family, the pain of lost love, the struggle of new love and the search for cultural identity. My images are both accessible and cryptic, highly personal yet connected to the world around me. While
the viewer is inclined to decipher these images, one need not understand the meaning of the icons and the situations in which they appear to appreciate their beauty and the skill with which they have been rendered.