Take Five Artists Opening reception at Holland Gallery in Carefree, AZ.
Finally! We had an opening reception at a gallery that did not mandate masks!
Holland Gallery is a fantastic space for artists. The staff is top notch, friendly, helpful, loving. I wish I had more paintings for display. I am working on more, trust me. Most of my available work is three-dimensional. The gallery is geared to paintings, and I have four paintings on display. Continue reading “Holland Gallery Opening Reception”
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”
I was recently asked what American Bar Series paintings I have available for purchase. I am posting the finished paintings in my studio.
All paintings are framed and ready to hang. All paintings are of bars that I have frequented. Prices include shipping within the 48 contiguous United States.
Jake’s o’ Mine was an outlaw biker bar a block from my house. It closed several years ago. In the heyday, Jake’s had a tattoo artist on site. Oil wrestling, live bands, Hell’s Angels, what more could you ask for in you corner bar? Continue reading “American Bar Series”
Back in the 1980’s – I am giving my age away – I used to home brew beer. In the day, craft brewing was not yet a thing. The swill I learned to brew was undrinkable by today’s standards.
I began with recipes for pilsners and lagers. My most successful beers were stouts.
My projects yielded at most a case at a time. One memorable failure involved two cases of a pilsner I was brewing. Two o’clock one morning I was rudely awakened by explosions that sounded as if they were emanating from my basement. Continue reading “Home Brew”
I first learned about Dr. Martin’s Dyes in high school, back in the Dark Ages.
I was one of the select students in Mr. Gaynor’s art class that was permitted to never complete any class assignment. Dan Gaynor allowed me and Chris Duke and a few others to do whatever we pleased in his class.
In my senior year of high school, I had only English and Corporate Accounting classes as required courses to graduate. I filled the empty slots with three art classes. Mr. Gaynor gave me free reign to create whatever I wanted. He had Dr. Martin’s Dyes, a vibrant concentrated watercolor ink, tucked away in a closet. In those days I did a lot of illustrative art. Continue reading “Dr. Ph. Martin’s Dyes”
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”