Thursday, April 23, 2015

sit a spell




after Matisse

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

stolen view


As the new house reared up next door,
I watched my view up and disappear.


Nothing left now but a memory.

So I painted over my in-progress landscape
with a house.
It looks awful, too.


Friday, April 10, 2015

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

meanwhile


I noticed on my stats page
 that this blog is close to flat-lining.
I am still here, painting away.
And always sketching.


I know... it would help to post.


Friday, March 27, 2015

martian


George Nick once said,
"Paint more like a Martian."


So I did.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

barn door sunset




A simple iPhone Drawcast sketch 
out the barn door.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

shshshhhhh!





a Mardi Gras self-portrait


Tuesday, February 10, 2015

studio elf


Do any of you have studio elves?
Or is it just me?

Elves are hard to peg.
They ride the fine line in between things.

So while you may not necessarily
want them on your team,
you sure as hell don't want them
playing for the other side.
Just sayin.

I inherited this one.
He previously lorded it over two other studios that I know of.
I am the only surviving artist.
Hmmm...

Meet MoJo Jim.


Wednesday, February 4, 2015

fish on the floor


After forty-four years here,
my oldest best Boulder friend up and left town.
Put her dog and her cat and her fish into her car
 and moved to Apalachicola,
 of all places.

The fish were so thrilled,
 it took one of em just a couple of days
to launch itself up out of the bowl
and onto the floor.



I used Caran d'Ache pencils 
to memorialize the poor little tyke.


Saturday, December 6, 2014

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Saturday, November 8, 2014

vision quest


Two days ago,
Ken Elliot generously posted a YouTube
 about the blind artist Sargy Mann.

I'll see you and raise you, Ken,
 with Lennart Anderson.




Monday, November 3, 2014

WK


When the sumac by the garage turned,


we started calling him Wolf Kahn.



WK for short.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

the reefer door


In our house, there are few photo albums.
Any image worth saving winds up on
the refrigerator door.
Once there, it becomes a part of an ever-changing collage,
Now and then, I take a picture of it.
The top right one was of an especially fine door. 
Here's part of this week's incarnation:


I think every reefer door should have 
at least one piece of kid's art on it,
In this case, the artist is my grand niece, Julianna.

The Zappa bumpersticker 
is the only political schmear I can stomach.

What's on your reefer door?

Friday, October 17, 2014

heart of the matter



This is the heart of one of our heirloom tomatoes.
Here it is, past the middle of October, 
and we still haven't had a frost,
so the garden is producing like a jungle.
Strange fruit.

Not to belabor the point, but I still can't see well.
Next week, I have an appointment with
 a corneal specialist.
I'm hoping he can get to the heart of the matter. 
As they say,
 the emeffing saga continues.


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

the dark side of the sprinkler



Not a painting painting yet,
just proof I'm still here.

Monday, September 8, 2014

seymour


I know it's corny,
 but he says his name is 
Seymour.


He popped out of the depths
 of this last underpainting.

I'm hoping he's right.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

piece of cake


Shelley Smart grew up just up the coast from me.
Or down the coast, as they say on the coast.
I never met her there. Still haven't.
That's because I met her here in blogland.
When I had mentioned Day's lobster rolls in a post, 
she popped up like clam squirt.
Said she grew up with the Day's kids,
went to school with them,
while I was growing up on their lobster rolls. 
Wicked small world.


Shelley comments that she's also having 
cataract surgery in a couple of weeks.
If I were there (Oxnard, I think), we'd do lunch.
 I'd buy you a lobster roll, Shell, 
and tell you it's 
a piece of cake.

How ironic... there's an eye in the window.

Friday, September 5, 2014

facing the day


This underpainting will have to do for now.
Actually, I think I like it as is.
Best not touch it.


I don't know... 
near as I can tell, it looks fine.
Yah?

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

tenacity


One month after cataract surgery,
my right eye is still wrong. 
In addition to blurry, it's now also red, itchy and swollen.
Turns out I'm allergic to the eye drops.


Tenacity 
will keep me hanging on until I can see again.

This simple reminder is my gift to you:
Take nothing for granted;
get grateful now!

Thursday, August 28, 2014

just another rainbow


I know, I know.
A rainbow.


But it's never just another one


when it lands in your yard.




Stranger than strange
when viewed with 
a clear yellow eye and a blurry blue eye.

Sort of an experimental
 twisted sister color school.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

new blues


Last April, I switched to abstract.
Just as well.


I had cataract surgery this past week.
Only my right eye, this time.
My left-eye vision looks old and yellow; 
the right eye shows bright new blues.
Didn't Monet see new blues before his lights went out?

Now Google insinuates that my account's been hijacked. 
Never a dull moment.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

sugar plums


Midsummer dreaming...

A neighbor's artful Barbie collection
 hangs on her garden fence
so dogs can dream 
of dancing sugar plums.



Makes my dog
positively lecherous.


Thursday, July 10, 2014

Halle-agua!


After spending the last 10 months
waltzing with the waters,
pumping and drying and digging,
running from it and chasing it,
the new well up at the ranch is finally in
 and there's finally water in the house.
Did I say "finally"? 
Finally.

Sing halle-agua!!!