Monday, September 10, 2018

When the Time Comes



You were born and then you started dying.  Time doesn't measure how long you live, it counts your grains of sand until you're empty.  I'm scared to death...halfway, at least.  

I went painting yesterday...stood in an alley with some cool people.  Today is Monday, tomorrow is September 11th, it's beginning to smell like autumn, and I hope you're happy.

Saturday, September 8, 2018

Give Your Phone an Ego

Don't shoot the instant messenger, but...

You're kind of dumb without your smart phone appendage, aren't you?  How does it feel to know Google and social media are shaping the largest part of your "intellect"?  

Keep your devices close folks...if Siri can't answer your questions with news propaganda or back up your argument with a Wikipedia article, your identity as a human being is holding the rest of us back from progress.  For God's sake, somebody out there needs your Google search for their Google search recommendations!

How did they say it...plug in, log on, drop out? 


cy·borg
[ˈsīˌbôrɡ]
NOUN

  1. a fictional or hypothetical person whose abilities are extended beyond normal human limitations by mechanical elements built into the body.


Thank you Elon for the affirmation.  He's just Kardashian-ing his market, you know?  Reaching the masses...

Monday, September 3, 2018

Art Allergies


5 Yard
oil on canvas
12" x 16"

While I'm sure most of you don't miss my musings, I wanted you to know that I do.  I'd be throwing around my best attempts at some sort of cynical humor if it weren't for the school day.  Any energy not spent by three o'clock is typically reserved for yard work, trimming my eyebrows, and refining my freestyle yo-yo routine.

One of my students sneezed in my face last week.  It was my fault.  I sat down across the table from him to ensure he held his clay with both hands while forming a pinch pot.  In a split second, he decided to save his art assignment instead of avoiding an embarrassing mucus spray to my face...it was the right decision.

Tuesday, August 28, 2018


Paynetown
oil on canvas
24" x 36"

It's been a long time since I wasn't in love, and I'm thankful for that.  Today is the last Tuesday in August..it's hotter than hell, the bugs are still singing, and I hope you're all happy.

Wednesday, August 22, 2018


Behind the Tavern
oil on canvas
18" x 24"

I've painted 27 pictures from this exact spot.  It's got plenty of light for painting in the dark, ample parking for both golf carts and motorhomes, crummy-looking scenes in every direction, and...it's a stone's throw from the local watering hole.  It's a Shangri-La of questionable endeavors, self-loathing, and wet cardboard.

Ah, I can smell the mildew, cigarette smoke, and bug spray...paradise, sort of.

Monday, August 20, 2018

Muse and Musings


Madame and the Mrs.
oil on canvas
48" x 48"

“I have a great desire to paint her portrait and have reason to think she would allow it and is waiting for someone to propose this homage to her beauty.”  

-John Singer Sargent

Sunday, August 19, 2018