This painting was originally 28×30. Age has not been kind to the canvas. The stretcher frame warped and twisted, and I removed the canvas from the frame years ago. The canvas shrunk. Continue reading “Larry’s”
Circa 1998. The 13th Floor played at the Mug on many Friday nights. There were bars closer to home, but the Mug sort of became my home. Continue reading “Where it all began”
It only took me four months to keep my promise.
Liz and I stayed in Prescott, AZ over the Christmas holiday.We stayed at the Hotel St Michael, at the very beginning of Whiskey Row. Continue reading “Whiskey Row”
If you are looking for artists, real artists, not Sunday painters or art school has beens, but real artists, they are in Superior.
For 10 months of every year the Sonoran Desert, especially the Valley, is various shades of brown and tan with specks of green. The green, of course, being the saguaro, the prickly pear, the cholla and what we call grass.
In spring the ocotillo will sport crimson flowers on their shafts for a few weeks. After monsoon, of course the green desert grasses overtake the barren landscape. But the expanses of green are rare and short. Continue reading “Colors of Spring”
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.
The postcard has been finalized and approved. It will be good to get back to New Jersey for a few days, if only because I know it is only for a few days. Continue reading “Drunkards and Defectors”
The Mesa Drummer is truly a dive bar. After work any day of the week you will find the regular crew of miscreants.
Blue collar types. Retired folks looking for a friendly place. The front tables are reserved (pun intended) for residents of the Pima/Salt River rez. Continue reading “Drumming up business”
Winter in Apache Junction is a bust time of year. Lost Dutchman Days, the Rodeo, the Renaissance Festival, hiking while the weather is amenable…
I am still painting, getting ready for my exhibit in May at Gallery 50 in Bridgeton, NJ. Today I ordered frames for the newest paintings, almost finished.
And locally, there is an exhibit of Found Object art. I entered four found object sculptures to be juried in. Hopefully they accept one of them. Continue reading “Exhibitionism”
Located just outside of Superior, AZ, Picket Post Mountain is full of history.
Everyone has heard the legend of the Lost Dutchman’s gold mine. There is another legend, the legend of the lost Colt Dragoons. Continue reading “There ain’t no Saguaro in Texas”