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…

a concept

God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I’ll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I don’t believe in magic
I don’t believe in I-Ching
I don’t believe in Bible
I don’t believe in tarot
I don’t believe in Hitler
I don’t believe in Jesus
I don’t believe in Kennedy
I don’t believe in Buddha
I don’t believe in mantra
I don’t believe in Gita
I don’t believe in yoga
I don’t believe in kings
I don’t believe in Elvis
I don’t believe in Zimmerman
I don’t believe in Beatles
I just believe in me

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.

Martini

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”

God doesn’t play dice with the universe

A game…

Maybe god does play dice? But who am I to challenge Einstein?

This was found object/assemblage, I made the dice out of Sculpy; they were dice with the elemental symbols.  They were encaged in a chicken wire enclosure.

Shake the head and the dice came up with different combinations of elemental combinations. So maybe we are all really a dice game?

 

 

Desert Detritus Clock

Desert Detritus Clock
photo courtesy Lance Lobo

Desert Detritus Clock

The desert is harsh and unforgiving. Sort of like my ex-wife.

This jawbone was likely from a cow, long since expired. The base is a valve from some ancient motor vehicle. The face of the clock is the top of an oil can.

Desert Detritus Clock
photo courtesy Lance Lobo

My good friend Lance saw it, and bought it after I made a few changes to the initial design.

I cannot for the life of me locate my original photographs of it. Lance was kind enough to send me pics that he took of its new home. The bastard even made me increase my asking price when he purchased it.

For my upcoming exhibit I will be incorporating more animal bones in my new clocks. Stay tuned, because you see them here first!

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.

Greed

GreedGREED

Copper wire, the lid off of a rusty bread box… does anybody still know what a bread box is? And an egg shell.

Greed traps one in your own possessions. One of the seven deadly sins, it seems that the only sin that religion cares to condemn is that of a sexual nature.

But I would rather be a fornicator than slothful, or greedy or a glutton.