"Men's Club" - This piece is an unfinished experiment in painting on stressed paper. In it's former life it was a fashion advert that was crumpled up, folded, creased, crumpled again, rolled tightly, twisted, opened flat again, scraped, rubbed, soaked in water, dried...well, you get the idea. Eventually I began layering washes of tempera over it. Then thicker and thicker layers until I reached this point. 

"Misty Mountain Barn" - Straight watercolor on plain 20# bond paper. I had been reading a piece about technique (by an artist whose name escapes me at the moment) where he was saying something like, "Attack the paper! Scrub it, scrape it, stab it, sand it." It was good advice. 

"After Jackson Pollack" and "Photographs Only #3" - I love photography. I love digitally manipulating photography. The winter landscape in this short stack is one of mine and untouched. The other is an old WPA Photograph of John Vachon (himself a famous, depression era photographer) that has been heavily manipulated. 

"He Never Liked Peas" - This is a reproduction that appeared in our Sunday Newspaper art calendar listing. It's one of the 26 monotypes from the TV Dinner Series currently on display along with some photographs, small paintings and my block-relief prints. I was delighted to sell one of my photographs now that I'm thinking about it...the show comes down in a week or 10 days. 

"Here's looking at you, kid". 

"Portrait of the artist as a very, very, very young man" - While looking through an old family album I found this old photograph of me. It seems to have sparked an idea for a bit of PR & M that springboarded from an older project called "selfportrait" at the now defunct "Everchangingart" web site. The original, raw image is what you see here...later, I'll post the manipulated image or, perhaps, a series of the piece in-progress. 

The “Soul” of Eternity

As I lay beside you (am I dreaming too?) watching your breast rise and fall, at one with your soul, I feel the warmth of pure joy radiating from the center of my own mortal body. I realize that this joy is eternity - yes, the promised one - and that I am allowed to drink from its well for this little while. In that moment, that fraction of a second, it seems as though this is all I shall ever need to know about the perfect love of GOD.