Monthly Archives: March 2010


Another teeny one. Oil on canvas, 8″ x 8″.

I am a coward

I still don’t have a finished painting that is good enough to put on a postcard.

I need to finish the larger canvases.

The few that seem close to being “done” seem equally deserving of being set into a roaring fire.

I need boldness, big brushes and brash strokes.

What I have is timidity, the tiny brush and the endless noodling.

Psychological paralysis and incessant worry.

If something doesn’t change soon, I don’t know what will happen with my May show.

If I set tiny paintings ten feet apart and say, “I meant to do that,” do you think anyone will believe me?

Corazón entre Nubes

Oil on canvas, 8″ x 8″.

Once in a blue moon

We are coming up on the second of two blue moons that we’ll have this year.

I don’t know what the odds are of having two blue moons in a year, and my geekery level isn’t high enough this evening to find out.

I’m too busy trying to paint a Mexican wrestler.

Good news- a trio of great shows at CORE New Art Space. Opening tomorrow with an artists’ reception on Friday evening, this show features three artists at different points in their careers, working in different genres.

All three are gifted and dedicated artists, and I recommend you come to see this show if you can.

My friend Claudia Roulier, is one of the three artists in this show. Claudia makes me feel like an underachiever; she is so prolific and talented, and her (often delightfully creepy) work is a must-see!


Gregor’s Prayers

Another tiny one. Oil on canvas, 6″ x 6″.


in Denver, after a summery yesterday.

The space heater in my studio is working, and it’s lovely to paint in warmth and look out on the snow.

Making some progress on the beast painting.

Hope to have a pic soon.

Barco Negro

Wobbly day despite beautiful weather in Denver.

Enveloping melancholy.

This is an excellent movie.

A quiet film that speaks volumes about good, evil, the places in between, and the resiliency of the human spirit.

As I type “the resiliency of the human spirit” I realize it is a god-awful cliche but it’s useful because it’s precise.

I recommend “The Secret Life of Words.”

Tonight I listen to fado and gesso and try not to worry too much. I try.


12″ x 12″, oil on canvas.

(I don’t want to get) Bitter

And so I won’t.

Life is sweet and I finished a painting  yesterday. Pic to come soon.

I love Jill Sobule!

May those who love us love us.
And those that don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts,
And if He doesn’t turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we’ll know them by their limping.

-old Irish curse