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.

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.

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

Tyrannosaurus Rex

Different hairstyle, same dinosaurs.

If nobody sees you jump, you're only falling.

No Thanks

I'm not good at taking compliments.  I can usually muster a half-hearted "thank you" just before putting my foot in my mouth.  I'm pretty good at apologizing, though.  

This past weekend was full of the kindest of compliments, so l'd like to say sorry to all of you beautiful people who came out for the show.  I had a great time because you were there.  I'm really, really sorry for not saying thank you well enough.   

See you there.

Wishfulfillment

The show is hung.  It's a fair depiction of the places painting pictures led me to.  Alas, allegory allowing alliteration alleviation...that should hold me over for a while.

But in a few days, when the opening party is over and everyone has come and gone, everything will be just the same as it is now...I'll be standing in a room with a high ceiling by myself with 175 pictures hanging on the wall.

But in a few days, when the opening party is in full swing, a friend might ask me where a particular picture was painted.  And maybe my response will create a cross-country curiosity calling to be quenched.  And maybe I'll cross paths with that particular cross-country conquistador on an upcoming pilgrimage to the particular place painted in the picture that friend found fascinating.  Wouldn't that be bewilderingly wonderful?

Okay, now I'm done.