Monthly Archives: February 2012

Little things

“Little Pitchers,” oil on canvas, 5″ x 5″.

“Your Graceful Ghost,” oil on canvas, 5″ x 5″.

Ending

I will be taking down “Lovesick” at Zip 37 tomorrow.

It was a lovely show, thanks to the artists who agreed to show with me.

Taking a show down is always a bit of a melancholic thing, no matter how many times I’ve been through it.

 

On an unrelated note, I’d like to thank Christopher Fox and  Denverdart for publishing this 10 question interview. Denverdart is a new and very good online magazine focusing on the arts in Denver, & is well worth keeping your eye on.

Lovesick

opens at Zip 37 this Friday, the good lord willing and the creek don’t rise. I’m grateful to Mauricio Rocha for giving us a shout out in this week’s Westword. Hope you can come by and take a peek if you’re in the neighborhood.

 

Bird That Cannot Be

Oil on canvas, 20″ x 10.”

The Stranger

The Denver metro area is forecasted to receive 36 hours of snow with as much as 22 inches before it stops. It’s already started. School has been cancelled and I had to hit the grocery store this afternoon to acquire the things my teenage daughter had requested to bake a birthday cake for my mother in-law’s 90th birthday. (A rum cake with coconut frosting.)

The place was nuts. Many of the strangers jostling in the aisles had carts full to bursting with cases of soda pop and bags of chips. It seemed a strange priority to me, but what do I know?

Denver’s First Friday art walk this month is almost certainly ruined. I’m okay with that. It means I can stay here and paint while my kid bakes a cake.  I have more than 40 canvases in progress. Bringing even one to a satisfactory finish takes time, and a snow day is a prayer answered. As long as the power lines don’t get knocked out.

A couple of paintings I’ll be trying to make some progress on, below:

I’m still here

and  I have had a painting accepted into the “Guilty Pleasures” show at Spark Gallery.

The show runs through February 3- February 26.

The other painting  I submitted- I  refer to it affectionately as “Big Dick”– was rejected.

That’s okay. I wonder if he’ll ever find a home, beautiful as he is to me.