Everyone needs a safe haven, a place where everybody knows your name. “Friday Night Shift” is the latest in my American Bar Series of paintings.
Captain’s in Apache Junction is my home away from home. Captain’s, where you may one day see someone ride his horse through the bar. Captain’s, where you might see the owner dancing on the bar. Captain’s, where Mary one day took a sledge hammer to her credit card machine, and since then has been cash only. Captain’s, with the coldest beer on draught in Apache Junction. Continue reading “Friday Night Shift”
Behind a building at the Goldfield Ghost Town in Apache Junction sits a decrepit 1950’s vintage International Harvester pickup truck.
I was wandering off the beaten track at this well known tourist attraction when I stumbled onto this gem. In its former life, this IH served as a fire truck. The original painting will be on display at my show in December at One-oh-One in Mesa.
I have always been drawn to the underdog. Growing up in a town that saw extreme change, like most people I resent change. Change is inevitable.
At some point I understood the necessity to embrace change. Eventually you must cease to kick against the goads. If you fail to get my meaning, read the Book of Acts in the New Testament.
I have been in the East Valley in Arizona for less than a decade. In less than a decade I have seen landmarks disappear. Progress always wins. The weak fall by the wayside and are trodden under. Continue reading “Things Change”
For Christmas, Liz bought us a family gift. It was a tour of a local distillery in Tempe, AZ. Arizona Distillery is a small batch distilling company. They distill whiskey, gin and vodka.
We were shown the distilling process from beginning to end. It begins much like brewing beer… with whiskey it is called mash, with beer it is called wort (pronounced wert).
Unlike beer, the grain, whether wheat or corn or rye is crushed into a powder. The grain is mixed with water and cooked for up to eight hours at around 160°F , which brings out the sugars. The mash is then cooled, and then pumped to another container where yeast is added and it ferments until the proper alcohol content is reached. Continue reading “Getting my drink on”
I spent Thanksgiving holiday in San Diego. Liz and I stayed in Little Italy, close to the harbor. The weather was wet and dreary, and I8 was actually closed due to snow a half hour after we passed through.
California is a pretty state, it is unfortunate that it is California. Politicians in LA and San Francisco have screwed the state royally.
Walking through Little Italy we passed a dozen homeless people sleeping on the sidewalk on cardboard. It seems that typhoid fever, tuberculosis and typhus are the new in thing in Los Angeles. Continue reading “San Diego Maritime Museum”
It has been a while since I have posted. We had a hot summer; 45 days with temperatures over 115° chased me out of the studio. I did visit the Phoenix Art Museum and the Heard Museum. Oh, and a lot of binge drinking… Continue reading “Kansas on tour”
Last week we took a road trip to the southern part of this truly sometimes weird state of Arizona.
As a young adult I followed the Biosphere 2 saga. Biosphere 2 was an exciting undertaking. I completely sealed building with rain-forest, ocean, marshland and desert environments. Continue reading “Road Trip – Weird Arizona”