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.

Abstract Thoughts

Untitled as of yet

Oil on Canvas

Yet another nighttime stint in the studio, fueled by possibly too much Jameson.

There is a representational base underneath the layers of paint.  If you can figure it out, please tell me.



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.





Every now and then I have to  go into the studio late at night, clear my head, and just lay down paint on canvas.

I have plan, no agenda, no preconception. My abstractions are generally not pure abstract pieces, they usually have a basis in representational painting, albeit quite tenuous.

This abstraction is based on Lucky Strikes bar around the corner from me. Many a night I have left the pub and it looked quite like this through my alcohol tinged eyes.

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”

Plane wasted

Plane wasted
oil on canvas

One of my larger paintings done at 3AM.

Sometimes a painting does not have to have a meaning. I paint because I have a compulsion to paint. I use whatever is laying around the house… in this case a bottle of bourbon I was drinking and an antique plane from my collection of old tools. I am an old tool, so it is only fitting I collect old tools.


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.

Continue reading “Captain Tony’s”



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.


Shaken, not stirred

Oil on Canvas, 48″x60″

The cocktail that James Bond ordered with the famous line, “…shaken, not stirred” was a Vesper, not a Martini.

A proper Martini is gin and dry vermouth, with a dash of bitters. A Vesper is gin, vodka and Kina Lillet.

Okay, I will allow that a Martini may be made with vodka, but that is not my preferred ingredient. Continue reading “Martini”

Self Portrait

self portraitSelf Portrait

This was done almost eight years ago. I have a bit of a belly today, so probably would not do another like this.

This was me in my studio in New Jersey. During this period I was generally painting through the night while drinking Martinis.

My cat Leonardo would visit while I painted. My dog Jade made a rare appearance.