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”
Getting ready. May 3 seems so far away. I have less than two weeks to wrap up my painting, frame, wire, pack and ship my paintings and 3-dimensional sculptures for my first exhibition in quite some time.
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.