I took a vacation day from work last Friday to go kayaking at Canyon Lake.
It is now the season when the snowbirds will be filtering in, and I wanted to be on the water enjoying a peaceful morning.
Canyon Lake is the third of four man-made lakes along the Salt River. Roosevelt Lake is first in line; the Roosevelt Dam providing hydroelectric power for the Valley.
Apache Lake is next, just beyond Tortilla Flat. Canyon Lake is the most popular for residents of the East Valley, with swimming, boating, and camping amenities. It is a twenty minute drive from my house, which makes it even more attractive. Continue reading “Kayaking Canyon Lake”
It has been a while since I have posted. We had a hot summer; 45 days with temperatures over 115° chased me out of the studio. I did visit the Phoenix Art Museum and the Heard Museum. Oh, and a lot of binge drinking… Continue reading “Kansas on tour”
An oldie but goody. Mark bought it. One of my old favorites.
I was a bit lubricated on martinis – yes Boodles gin and a pretense of Noilly Prat Vermouth.
My life today is more stirred yet not shaken. I pay attention to politics, both local and national, and yet do not sweat. I am more taken with Doris Day – Que Sera Sera – than I am with the news of the day. Fifty-seven years of bullshit and I have finally come to the realization that everything shakes out in the end, even slow ketchup.
It has been a while since I have had time to post. Recently, while talking to Dusty, the bartender at Lucky Strikes, I realized that I have been amiss at not posting my first Arizona bar series painting.
Lucky’s is where the infamous Jake’s O Mine was located. Jake’s was distinguished by its peculiarly low bar, surrounded by kitchen chairs rather than bar stools.
Jake’s had a tattoo artist on premises. Whereas almost every bar has a sign requesting that no bike club colors be displayed, Jake’s had no such policy. Some nights half the clientele were sporting red and white. Continue reading “Catching Up”
Sometimes I have to clear my head while in the studio. Working on a representational painting requires a certain amount of discipline and concentration.
I a not a strict representational painter, rather I take elements in real life and arrange them in what I hope is a pleasing and cohesive work. I follow the rules so far, stretch the rules where it pleases me. Continue reading “Abstractly thinking”
Last week we took a road trip to the southern part of this truly sometimes weird state of Arizona.
As a young adult I followed the Biosphere 2 saga. Biosphere 2 was an exciting undertaking. I completely sealed building with rain-forest, ocean, marshland and desert environments. Continue reading “Road Trip – Weird Arizona”
I grew up in Millville, NJ. I was not born there, but I lived there most of my life.
Small town; we did our shopping on High Street. Corson’s and Franks Men’s and Boys. I got my Levis at Franks. Woolworths, Grants, Bozarts, Ann’s Guiffra’s. And Champion’s Hardware. Continue reading “Champion of the Amethyst”
Well, not me and art. I was drawing since I was 5 years old. Painting since I was 13. An asshole since birth.
In 1996 I began attending the barn. I grew up hearing about the Barn, all of my friends attended. We were poor and my parents could not afford to send me. My dad referred to Pat Witt as “that crazy artist lady”. Continue reading “Pat Witt and the Barn”