The Drift Inn

The Drift Inn

Oil on canvas

Finally complete. The Drift Inn is one of my favorite haunts in Globe, Arizona. Dive bar, biker bar, local hangout, it has the best of everything.

Even at high noon the bar is dark inside. Residents of the local rez play pool. Southern rock or honkytonk country plays on the jukebox.

The Bloody Marys kick ass, or at least attempt to kick the previous night’s hangover. The hamburgers rate with those of any bar kitchen.

This painting will certainly be in the Drunks and Defectors exhibit in May.

Night Drinking

Night Drinking

Liz Nicklus and I finally named the joint exhibit at Gallery 50 in Bridgeton, NJ this coming May.

Drunks and Defectors.

I have 15 bar-series paintings completed, and 3 more in the works. I have 5 abstracts that I am still debating on whether to include or not. I have 5 Desert Detritus clocks, and hope to build a few more.

 

 

Drift Inn

Drift Inn
oil on canvas

Again, sorry about the poor photo. This is the second painting I completed today.

The Drift Inn in Globe, AZ is one of those places that would be dangerous if I lived in Globe.

The 50 mile drive home is treacherous even when sober. A twisting mountain road is the only way home. The drive home is the only thing that keeps me honest.

The clientele is a mixed bag. Bikers, locals, and Apaches from the nearby San Carlos rez are regulars. A great kitchen and walls decorated with nude paintings … what else could one hope for at a dive bar?

This too, will be part of my exhibition of all never before shown works. The best thing about painting bar scenes is that my bar tabs are tax deductible!

Night Drinking

Night Drinking

oil on canvas

I completed a painting today. The photograph is not the best. It is still wet, and it is extremely difficult to take a decent pic when the painting is still wet. In two weeks I will be able to take a proper shot when it is dry. Even ambient light causes unwanted glare.

While I am a fairly social being, drinking at the pub is expensive. Sometimes I do my best drinking alone. This painting is the result of one such night. It will be on exhibit at my two-person exhibit at Gallery 50 next May.

In the studio

On Christmas break from work; don’t return until January 2. I spent some time in the studio getting it into shape to for working.

I removed two obsolete fluorescent fixtures and installed daylight LED lights. There is still a lot of clutter to be straightened up but I am at least able to reach the easels.

I worked on two paintings that I had started earlier in the year, before the summer heat kicked me out of the studio. Continue reading “In the studio”

Captain Tony’s

Captain Tony’s

oil on canvas

In Key West, I have three favorite bars. The Green Parrot is number one, when I am there they charge me local’s prices, because I act like a local, not a tourist. If I could live anywhere in the world, Key West would be my first choice. My liver would not survive.

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The Handlebar

The Handlebar

I have not yet done a painting of the Handlebar. I do not even have one in mind… even though it is one of my regular hangouts.

Heidi and Ron and the owners all greet me by name. The painting I do will have to be special.

The bar is a special place for us on Tuesdays. I have not yet decided what I can paint of this place…

Taps

Taps

Oil on canvas.

Taps… in the military it is the sound of the bugle signaling the end of the day. At the local pub, it can also signal the end of the day.

I include this in my American Bar Series even though, unlike most of my ABS paintings, there are no customers at this bar.

This is the view from the bar stool as I patiently await service and try to decide what I am drinking tonight.

Fritzel’s

Jack, the evil bartender
Fritzels

Fritzel’s German Jazz Club

New Orleans. Oil on canvas.

We arrived in New Orleans for a conference. Well, Liz attended the conference, I attended the various bars along Rue Bourbon.

One of the first we checked out, after checking into our hotel room at the local Marriott, was Fritzel’s German Jazz Club.

The place was empty except for a few walk in customers picking up package goods. The bartender was a gay Inuit adopted by Scottish parents. He was a professor at Tulane University, until he decided to hang up his PhD and tend bar. Less stress, he said.