One-Oh-One Gallery

Today marked the official opening reception of the Take Five Artists exhibit at Gallery One-Oh-One in Mesa, AZ.

Take Five is comprised of six artists; Liz Nicklus, Susan H. Paige, Sharon Peterson, Nancy Nowak Utech, Rosalie Trulli Vaccaro, and of course myself.

We all have differing styles and different strengths. I am the late-comer to the group. All of the artists have an extensive portfolio.

This exhibit will be up until the end of January 2021. We will be open every weekend.

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A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

Take Five Artists Exhibition

I am one of six artist in Take Five Artists (math is not our strong point). During the month of December 2020 we will have an exhibit at One-oh-One Gallery in Mesa Arizona.

The Gallery is located at 101 Main Street, Mesa, AZ.

End to Facebook

This morning I downloaded the content I wanted to save (photo and vids and contact list) and then began the process of permanently deleting my Facebook Account. No more Facebook and no more Messenger.

I REFUSE to allow Mark Zuckerberg monetize my content and profit and use that profit to censor any idea that he does not agree with.

In the process, my Facebook Messenger account is also deleted. I got fed up with private conversations between friends being censored. You can find me on, and the secure Signal and Telegram messaging apps.


Road Trip

A gathering in Mesa

Road Trip yesterday.  We met some folks in Mesa at Superstition Springs.  I think they are Democrats that heard that Trump got the Covid…

Shortly after we spotted at least 50 vultures circling in the sky. I have not seen so many in one location ever, even here in the desert.

Buffalo Chip Saloon
Buffalo Chip Saloon

We then headed to Goodyear to met up with the rally, and drove the loop around the Valley. Final destination was the Buffalo Chip Saloon in Cave Creek. Continue reading “Road Trip”

Desert Detritus Clock

Desert Detritus Clock

Who says art cannot be functional? My Desert Detritus clocks are crafted from debris collected from the Sonora Desert

The back is driftwood found on the shores of Canyon Lake. My guess is that it is a chunk of ironwood. Hand rubbed with a finish of linseed oil.

The jawbone is likely from a coyote. I cleaned the jawbone with a mild detergent, being careful to retain the toning created by the Arizona desert sun. A precision clock work ensures accurate time.


I am fortunate to be a member of Take Five, a group of artists in the East Valley that are self-taught, not the product of an art school.

We are all artists not because of an education, but despite. Art is life, we cannot but create art.

I would suppose I am more noted for my American Bar Series, my paintings of bars from east coast to west. Bars, I would remind you, that I have imbibed in. Continue reading “Assemblage”


Oil on Canvas, 36″x36″

Behind a building at the Goldfield Ghost Town in Apache Junction sits a decrepit 1950’s vintage International Harvester pickup truck.

I was wandering off the beaten track at this well known tourist attraction when I stumbled onto this gem. In its former life, this IH served as a fire truck. The original painting will be on display at my show in December at One-oh-One in Mesa.

Things Change

I have always been drawn to the underdog. Growing up in a town that saw extreme change, like most people I resent change. Change is inevitable.

At some point I understood the necessity to embrace change. Eventually you must cease to kick against the goads. If you fail to get my meaning, read the Book of Acts in the New Testament.

I have been in the East Valley in Arizona for less than a decade. In less than a decade I have seen landmarks disappear. Progress always wins. The weak fall by the wayside and are trodden under. Continue reading “Things Change”

Just another day

Just another day in Arizona. The curve has flattened, even using the bogus numbers provided by suspicious government entities.

My cactus has survived and thrived despite the scares of the uninformed. The Valley has been deprived of rain just as it has been deprived of unbiased reporting of the current pandemic.

When the rain finally do come, the cactus will thrive and grow.  When the truth about this pandemic finally gets public attention, we will thrive and grow also.

“The truth is out there.”  – Mulder