Tuesday, January 31, 2017
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
Yet another year gets a shovel load of earth on
her once fresh face...I find the years go by so fast that
we scarcely have time for reflection save a nervous
glance in the rear view to make sure you did not run over
the neighbors child. Part of the reasons I scribble out these
monthly missives, is that it is almost a way to keep track of what has
passed me by like a caffeinated Long Island railroad commuter
trying to sketch the landscape out the window.
It is a cold late January now and your resolutions have probably gone
out that very same train window. The world spins all too fast on its
wobbled axis these days the evenings of lemonade on the porch only exist in
old Norman Rockwell Prints. At best you huddle together on the holidays
with old friends and family and try to "catch up" Unless you are the idle rich
(which probably just means you are bored) as humans were not meant to be idle,
rich or poor. Unless you are Dali's old neighbor in Spain who Dali
called the laziest man in the world because he would sometimes say "you know,
there are some years where you don't quite feel like doing anything"
But we are restless birds by nature and only at home when we are on the wing.
we must do things, lots of things. Even for Jimmy Buffet, there is only so much beach a
soul can take. We fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way and by the time train
rolls into the station you realize I there really was was the journey.
Monday, January 9, 2017
I found this great old piece of framed tin in the basement of my new art studio. Perhaps it was an old chalkboard? Either way, Inspired by the snow outside my studio window, I painted a Zen inspired tree in the snow.
28" x 30" oil on metal
Sunday, January 8, 2017
Thursday, January 5, 2017
I was never a huge fan of collage as I thought it a place for people who cannot draw but liked to use scissors and glue. As time went on...
The press called me to come there while they photographed my mural this morn so I went to see them and saw that someone had a little fun ...
Back from florida I almost died from heatstroke painting a 400 sq foot wall. Lost ten pounds to sweat. Now they want me back. Christ Im lone...
dont buy e books. buy old yellar dog eared copies of old books from used books stores. support them ot they will go the way of the dodo drop...