The Hungry Eye

I got an email from my old friend Kathi recently. She had visited the blog and seen my work for the first time. “The style you’re using is so you — big, bold, colorful…” she wrote. This comment made me happy but also reignited a worry I’ve had. Maybe my paintings are too lacking in… Continue reading The Hungry Eye

Art Is In The Eye…

I invited Erik, my 21-year-old next door neighbor, to the Frieda Kahlo exhibit at San Francisco’s MOMA. He is recuperating from shoulder surgery to repair a lacrosse injury, so a field trip was better than another day in his slings — chair and arm. We had a nice afternoon. I’d seen the exhibit twice before… Continue reading Art Is In The Eye…

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…