The irony of putting an exhibition together using the word “bloom,” when the temperature outside is 0 degrees and falling is not lost on me. Little plant life outside may be in a state of “blooming” as far as I can tell. However, this is not a show about flowers, although that shape is present in the paintings. It is a group of work started roughly three years ago when I moved to Chicago, but has been my sole focus for some months now. It is a Chicago artist’s show about being an artist in Chicago. My conceptual framework was intended to channel the bits of conversations amongst artists as they (I’m going to use gardening language here) plant with the hope of a yield, whatever or however that may look or be.