“I’m known by many names, but you can call me Zorro.
[Que the music]
Out of the night, when the full moon is bright,
Comes the horseman known as Zorro.
This bold renegade carves a Z with his blade,
A ‘Z’ that stands for Zorro.”
Before I knew anything about making paintings, let alone signing them, I knew Zorro.
Remember when a signature used to mean something? The last time I had to make my ‘mark’ when checking out at a store, I signed with a smiley face…and it was accepted.
I wonder the significance of signatures these days — except when it comes to artwork. People are often quite interested in an artist’s signature, right alongside the art itself. But for some of us, signing our artwork can be a trying experience at least. That final act of marking a piece of art as our own.
The fact is, I generally dislike that act of signing my paintings. But I do it because the signature does matter. A lot.
I’ve been signing my paintings, drawings, and monotypes the same way now for the better part of 40 years. Something about this last year told me it was time for a change. Could it be that my old one was illegible? Maybe it was just time for a change or just a little bit more clarity.
Like Zorro, I am known by many names, but don’t call me Zorro.