Beauty Is In The Eye…

Many figurative artists paint classically beautiful women or studdly young men. Others paint their families, whose faces are beloved regardless of their beauty. And then there’s me. I seem to be attracted to fat, bald old men; wrinkled old women, and rumpled, casual musicians. Let’s take a walk down my trail of less-than-perfectly-beautiful characters: There’s… Continue reading Beauty Is In The Eye…

What Is It?

My high school art teacher, Mr. Lyness, used to say: “Never ask an artist: ‘What is it?’” That’s because “it” is a painting, sculpture or collage, never a teacup, mountain top or bowl of cherries. I’ve come to appreciate this advice in two ways. First, I use it as an excuse to ignore some small… Continue reading What Is It?

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My Life And Welcome To It

I reconnected this week with two old friends I haven’t seen in a couple of years. One asked: “And who are you being these days?” The other said: “I figured I should call and find out how you’ve reinventing yourself this time.” Well Kathi and Helen, today I am an artist. You can tell I’m… Continue reading My Life And Welcome To It