It’s official – upcoming exhibit


Exhibition – May 2019

Gallery 50, Bridgeton, NJ

I will be exhibiting new work next year along with Liz Nicklus in New Jersey.

Yes, Sharon Kiefer, director of Gallery 50, finally gave me a reason to return to New Jersey, albeit for a few days.

Liz and I will be at the opening reception on the First Friday of May. We will be displaying our paintings and mixed media 3-dimensional art. I will post more as time rolls on.

Desert Detritus Clock

Desert Detritus Clocks

I love to hike the Superstitions. We are in summer, so only the stupid hike… with 105 degree temps on a cool day, hiking is a dangerous undertaking.

We are in the beginning of monsoon season… massive flooding and rivers of water in the washes strong enough to take a car a mile downstream.

The nice thing about monsoon is the detritus that flows down the washes. Bones, bleached wood, old metal and cholla branches are all components I use in my one of a kind clocks.

So, does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody care?

Independence Day

The only thing this post has to do with Independence Day is it was written on July 4.

I have been invited to exhibit my art in New Jersey in May of next year. It is good that the date is far away, It gives me time and incentive to get behind the easel again.

I took inventory of paintings that I have, that have never been shown. I spent the morning photographing them. Now I have reason to post more .

These paintings are all part of my American Bar Series.  Comprised of mostly local neighborhood and dive bars, the series documents drinking establishments from coast to coast.

Today’s painting is titled “Captains”. Oil on canvas, 8×10, and framed.

Captain’s is my go-to dive bar in Apache Junction. The owner and regulars are like a second family. On any given Friday, you can find Liz and myself there.  So, until next time, have a drink on me.

 

Carvin Jones

Local blues legend Carvin Jones has been coming to Apache Junction on a regular basis this year. I am pretty regular in AJ, but then again, I live here.

Born in Texas, from what I hear, Carvin calls Phoenix, AZ his home. Clapton and Albert Collins both called him an up and coming star in blues.

Carvin has toured on three continents and who knows how many countries? The only one I care about is ours, when he is in Pinal County.

Not true, he has toured and played for our troops across the globe. He plays for the troops.

Last week he was at Lucky Strikes in AJ. Lucky Strikes used to be Jake’s O’ Mine, a biker bar. Lucky’s is within crawling distance of our house. Lucky for me.

The first time I saw Carvin Jones was at the Monastery in Mesa. He was solo that night, and rocked the house on a Monday night.

If you want to hear Stevie Ray Vaughn and Hendrix and Buddy Guy in one night… Carvin does it all.

Bulldog Pass

We took the RZR out for a drive Sunday morning to Bulldog Pass.

Bulldog is Arizona’s version of a member’s only club… you have to contact the fire service to get a six month pass. It is free. And only four wheel drive capable vehicles or dirt bikes need apply, your Toyota Camry will not cut it.

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RZRs edge

The deed is done.

It has been a hectic few weeks. I sold www.wuli.com last week. No horse heads in my my bed, but I was made an offer I could not refuse.

I paid off the Harley. I paid off the credit cards. Then I jumped right back into debt with the purchase of a 2016 RZR.

The money is all spent… except for the savings I held for taxes next year.  But my only bill is for fun. And life goes on.

why now?

Something new to occupy my time.

Not really.

Anyone that knows me understands that I have owned wuli.com for over 20 years.

What is wuli? Long story.  My good friend, the late Dr. Bruce Morgan , turned me on to the Gary Zukav book from the 1970’s, The Dancing Wu Li Masters.

With its unique combination of depth, clarity, and humor that has enchanted millions, this beloved classic by bestselling author Gary Zukav opens the fascinating world of quantum physics to readers with no mathematical or technical background. “Wu Li” is the Chinese phrase for physics. It means “patterns of organic energy,” but it also means “nonsense,” “my way,” “I clutch my ideas,” and “enlightenment.” These captivating ideas frame Zukav’s evocative exploration of quantum mechanics and relativity theory. Delightfully easy to read, The Dancing Wu Li Masters illuminates the compelling powers at the core of all we know.

This book introduced me to particle physics and quantum mechanics. This occurred during a time in my life of flood change. The domain was available and I bought it.  For twenty years, wuli.com has been an outlet for me to express myself.

I have had many offers to sell the domain. I turned them all down. Twenty years is a lot to suddenly walk away from. Hell, I have had my email, webmaster@wuli.com for longer than some people I work with have lived.

This past week has been hell as I have tried to go through every online account I have ever had and attempted to change the email to my new address.

But, I finally got an offer I could not refuse. No horse heads. No dead fish. Not enough money to retire on… no such luck. But my motorcycle will now have a clear title. My credit cards will have a zero balance.  I will have a little bit of money in savings.

So the aggravation of populating this blog with posts is a minor irritation. My attention will be focused on art. My art, other’s art. Hell, I am an artist and I need to get back to business.

Utopia

Saw the David Byrne Utopia Tour in Mesa Arizona. For those of you that remember, Byrne was founding member of the Talking Heads.

I saw Byrne ten years ago at the Tower Theater in Philadelphia. Well, actually it is in Upper Darby, but nobody not from the Philly area knows where Upper Darby is.

That tour was all Byrne and Brian Eno songs.  The current tour showcases Byrne’s latest album, American Utopia.

When we heard that he was going to be in Mesa, Liz immediately got on line when tickets sales opened, and got us two seats in the orchestra pit center stage. $100 a ticket, and minutes later the show was sold out. Continue reading “Utopia”