That was no typo in the title of this post. I did not mean It’s Cryin’ Time Again… I’ve completed all the paintings for my April exhibition at Yumart and now it’s dryin’ time. Those of you who know my paintings know I use plenty… Read More
This is a small painting I’ve been working on for a while, but just finished up this evening, making it my first painting of 2015. It’s called Don’t you Rock Em Daddio…
I paint in sessions, in spurts, in which I work on several paintings more or less at once. At this time, my studio is filled with small canvasses. If I were to put a single work up in the studio and nothing else, it would… Read More
Here’s another blast from the past. This is an oil painting I made back in the 80s. It’s an oil painting. I don’t recall the exact size – I think it is around 3 feet wide. I don’t have much to say about this painting… Read More
I’ve been thinking about a series of paintings I made quite a number of years ago called Underground, so I thought I’d share one of these images tonight. Underground is actually a title I’ve applied to other paintings as well, and I suspect at some… Read More
A friend of mine was surprised when I mentioned the other day I had 8 paintings on the go in my studio. This in not an unusual circumstance for me – I’ve worked this way for many years. I don’t do this to make more… Read More
Here’s an older painting called St. Phillips I made back in the winter of 2001/2002. Tuffy P and I hiked in a forest near St. Phillips when we were in Newfoundland on our honeymoon in October of 2001. I did some charcoal drawings in that… Read More
I don’t recall what year I made this painting. For the most part I’m bad with dates, although I associate certain paintings which exhibitions I showed them in, and that helps. It was during what I suppose was… Read More
I started into a group of new paintings tonight. I have 8 canvases set up in my little basement studio and I started painting on 6 of them. I’ll add the other two and more into the mix sometime later. I mentioned in an earlier… Read More
I notice I become increasingly inarticulate when it comes to talking about my painting, almost as if I don’t want it to be infected by words. Words can sully a painting and cling to it and drag it down. A few painters have a gift… Read More
27th Street 