We are on a journey through the Great Labyrinth of Creation. We are often alone and crave company, sometimes so alone that we become indifferent to the type of company which seeks us out or the reasons they welcome us. We often tire of the journey and seek trap rooms in the maze which are fitted out to distract, amuse, seduce us. We are often misguided, from our first tentative steps and often with the best intentions, by family, teachers, ministers, friends and fellow teachers. There are devils disguised as angels everywhere along our paths while the noise of this world is insistent and the quiet voice of the truth seems to grow distant..
I have but recently found myself pacing a trap room like Rilke’s panther roaring from my ego at the state of the Art World and feeding on my anger but then there was the quiet of Quaker meeting, meditation, the mountain, my studio truer reflection than any mirror. So, once more, I start anew filled not with anger but gratitude. I make no promise of genius, do not expect these works of man to bring wealth to any, I present little of entertainment but I do hope there are quiet things here which may refresh you for your journey.
This is but a simple place beside the road but I hope it is a friend to man.
Updates (removed as news becomes old to me)
November 26, 2013- Happy Holidays. I do hope they center on gratitude for what is really meaningful and promotes contemplation, reflection, love. I try to center my painting on the Truth hidden in common things, humor, love but do not pretend I always succeed. It is hard in today's world to hang a quiet moment on a wall among all the shiney, clever,entertaining tributes to the dominance of capitalism just as its difficult to have a quiet fqamily holiday where sad memories mix with the blessings even though it is literally child's play to know which has true meaning and which I hope you enjoy.
November 8, 2013- been joyfully busy- Fall is important in the garden, we are getting peuppies soon, and the paintings go slow and well. I amuse myself with the thought that I am working on this huge project in a time when I am not contemporary, in fact the notes and small sketches of the project would be more up to date if I glued them to a canvas and had it framed,or mounted the waste wood from panels, or robbed a preschool of playdough models and sent them to a fabricator. Speaking of which, while I have commonly recommended visiting the PAFA collection of American Art, it is currently desecrated by the Art fair amusements of kaws and the man responsible should indeed be filled with bricks and deposited to create tableaus on the sea floor but, if you enjoy popping a Molly, turning up you IPod, perhaps it might amuse. Oh, the Christmas painting is done and, like work in progress awaits the photographer.
October 20, 2013- a period of contemplation, introspection mostly examining what I find disturbing in today's Art and, as so often happens, back tracking it to what I find disturbing, but too often don't fully explore in myself- the clever, the self serving, the ego, at the cost of the universal, the mystical. What else if self examination for? So will be updating here, cutting down on the written, letting the good will and good judgement of those who follow my Art lead them to their own lives. Please be patient- a slow process. Seconf large "flora" in preparation, first to be posted soon.
October 5, 2013- Liz Osborne's show, mostly the abstract she is now concentrating in has several pieces I find very strong and one I love but because it alludes to many of her other works and some iconic symbols of American Art as well. Always good lessons in the use of the brush, the stain, and a quiet assembly of life up[on canvas. Another year of the website, working to update it but life and some health issues or should say questioned being addressed-appointment to appointment. The search for a gallery goes on but feel I have fallen down the rabbit hole to a place the inhabitants call Contemporary al all the smug caterpillar offers is something called Molly which sustains their world view. Bye the bye, the Mad Queens in Contemporary World are not generally female wink, wink, nudgee, nudge. But the work goes well.
July 26, 2013- from Rosshalde by Hermann Hesse " The whole was cold and almost cruelly sad, but irreproachably quiet, free from symbolism except of the simple kind without which there can be no work of art, which permits us not only to feel the oppressive incomprehensibility of all nature but also to love it with a kind of sweet astonishment." A good busy time, paintings coming, a small one finished, thoughts of studies, studio walls lined with thoughts and sketches, the bif first piece of Primavera on good foundation now, developing and growing like the greening of Spring. As usual will post more work in September. Life-so beautiful, so terrible one cannot simply endure it unless a saint like Buddha. If I was an aspiring saint I'd pray and fast but I am but a painter so I paint. How goes the work?