Thursday, July 10, 2014

used, good

The 70’s birthed me and took me thru age 7.  It was time dressed in plaid overalls hungry for leisure.  I feel it was simply a wonderful time to be born.  For those departing during those years however, exiting a distasteful party perhaps, it might have seemed like our world had unraveled.  

Worlds apart.  Here’s a good article about disparity.

Things I think about while painting something like this:  
Water above and below as in a three-tiered universe. Avoiding (not thinking about) the particulars of what i've chosen to paint now because it will be much more interesting to me later after I've painted it.  I'm just not feeling energized enough today to be a capitalist, though hopefully, with the right opportunity, I will tomorrow.

George Billis Gallery is hosting two summer group shows in his new and bigger location just across the street from where he used to be.  "Industrial Beauty".
July 24 is the opening reception.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

volar plate

If I were someone like Judy Blume this month’s blog entry would instead be called “Summer Break”.  A reference to school emptying into months of unstructured play; also the weight of cast plaster on my right arm.  No baseball, no cartwheels, no catching lightning bugs.  It’d be the summer I spend reading, when I befriend the insightful aged camp custodian whom my fellow campers laugh at.

Thankfully I only broke my finger (jammed and now reconstructed).  Summer too has broken but it is meteorologically late.  So the colors of summer are still early and unfaded.  They arrived atop my daughter’s toy-like zinnias.  There’s the yellow slip n' slide and the blue blow-up pool, colors that escape nature’s range between the pickets of my neighbors’ fence.  And there’s my healthy left hand.

“All summer long” is a group show now thru August 30th at the Davis Gallery in Austin.  I have there a few new acrylic paintings that have summer in mind.  And I just learned a second solo show of my work at Hooks Epstein in Houston will take place this upcoming October. 

Thursday, May 8, 2014


I was in Chicago this past weekend.  Oh how it has evolved over the past 30 years.  And to commemorate all those weekend trips that I took as a child, into the city's center from sub to urb... 

I'll unearth some older work.  The cityscape, which I prefer to simply call a landscape, still holds it for me.  The trickier part is hunting down what stands out... cuz what stands out is what blends in.  Such is my pleasure in acknowledging what doesn't wish to be noticed.

 These as well as newer paintings will be part of a solo show that is scheduled to open October 4th at Edinburgh's Gamma Transport Division.  Should be up for two months thereafter.

Friday, March 28, 2014


Praise be when one of visual art's supreme motives is satisfied: the pushing of the boundary.  This boundary, drawn differently by all, is hard to describe.  Left unspoken, most know it right away, especially when it's been obliterated.  Sometimes, I believe it's pushed when any choice has been made.  For my context I've pushed the boundary because I've chosen to be a visual artist (can you make a living at that?).  I work on one-of-a-kinds.  What?    

acrylic on canvas
ink/watercolor on paper

What I find getting pushed around is concept (craft is flat out bullied).  But when viewers are challenged conceptually (obscurantism) their purchasing power takes a beating too.  This is where I recognize visual art for its muddled classification of consumerism. Separate from all else, it is as if the art wishes not to be merely bought or sold (agh, how bourgeois) but rather "collected" and applauded for its bravery.  And even the above average consumer (aka 200,000 breadwinner) simply cannot be relied upon to play this game.  

 The art world is a beast unlike any other.  Sigh.

And when an artist or gallery owner wish for their art to maintain its boundary-pushing ability they do things like relocate away from the center, further toward the frontier.  In fact, they should.  I live in Lockhart now, maybe next year I'll be in Seguin. 

Today I learned that my watercolors have reached the third round of The Art of Watercolour's First World Watercolour Comptetition.  Not at all my typical junk mail.

Thursday, February 27, 2014


I stand while painting in the studio, but I crouch while resting.  In the garden, where glory is given by gardeners and illustrated into Botany, I find respite in dirt from thought, and in the tedium of uprooting weeds from the spilling of ink. 


Though, yes, I battle against nature (mostly that of thistles and sticker burrs) I confine the battlefield to my backyard enclosure.  And by putting myself in charge I alone determine what is welcome to grow here and what is not.  

The garden is where I hear and locate (in this order) a pair of woodpeckers.  And as an artist blogger I find this a fitting phenomenon to catalog.  Isn't this what my painting blog is for?  To journal my painting alongside my experiences of bird-watching and gardening?  Woodpeckers are reminders of what's blissful, and they always have been.  They are the purest of distractions along the straight and narrow path.

Monday, January 13, 2014


I've been working on a dream in Hungary's Őrség for over twelve years.  An old house of rammed-earth walls, it is a symbol more than anything else.  

When we arrived in December the ground and trees were frozen (zuzmara in Hungarian).  Days later the earth thawed and we tracked the muddy footprints of deer and swine.

"watercolor artist" magazine February issue, now in stores.

Good time for acrylic on canvas.

Thursday, October 24, 2013


The redbud drops its color consecrating the cracked ground for one hundred hours.  It's a quiet Springtime transfer, the sun's last blessing before sweltering months.  Witness this and you'll fast forward to the planting of emerald rye in October.

Today my window is open and I hear the high school marching band practicing (they sound good).  The team has a home game this Friday against a conference foe.  And my neighbor is rider-mowing his lawn after a couple weeks of rainfall.

North of my window: The Arkansas Arts Center will include two paintings of mine for their 45th Collectors Show & Sale in December.  And I've been fortunate enough to be welcomed into AQUACHROME, a contemporary watercolor exhibit at Manifest Creative Research Gallery of Cincinnati opening November 8.