Category Archives: Inspiration

I Want to be Well

It’s a work in progress.

So is this little 6″ x 6″ painting- but it is has an end in close sight, and is very nearly there.

I have been seized by consumerist lust waiting for Sufjan Stevens’ newest release, Age of Adz, to be released. I bought it just as last night turned into today, and it delights me.

My favorite cut at this point is youtubed below.

Pooka

Oil on linen, 1o” x 10″.

The thing with feathers

Oil on wood, 12″x 12″.  Just a bit too big to fit on my scanner, so I  tried to overlap and merge two partial scans.  My photoshop skills were sorely taxed and the seam is visible- there is no such hard line in the actual painting.

Talking Pictures

How do you want your work to speak to people?

I’d like mine to speak with an Eastern European accent, in hushed and urgent tones of things sweet and scary that people remember right before they drift into sleep.

But I’ll settle for my work saying “Look at me for more than a nanosecond.”

I talk about this briefly on my friend Annette Coleman‘s Blogtalk radio show, “Art Marketing and Artist Networking for the Visual Artist,” here. This episode, “Potpourri,” is a compilation of bits from the previous shows hosted by Boulder, Colorado artist Annette and co-hosted by Denver artist Jim Caldwell.

Driving the Bears to Drink

Ken Smith brought this Flaubert quote to my attention (Thanks, Ken!):

“Language is a drum on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, when all the while we wish to move the stars to pity.”

I feel this way about paint, lately. Sometimes I am happy enough to beat out that tune for bears to dance to-

and sometimes I fear that I’m beating out thin dirges that would drive the bears back into the woods.

It is very hot and there are bugs everywhere. But- the crickets have started singing already in the evenings. A pleasant noise.

Physical exhaustion for no reason. Seven months without a cigarette.

The world has lost Chris Al-Aswad, who I knew only from his vivid presence on the internet, much too soon.

Escape into Life, the arts site he created, is truly wonderful.

In my next life

I would like to play the banjo. I’d like to play it well. I shouldn’t push my luck and wish – concerning my hypothetical next incarnation in which I have as much faith as I do in the Easter Bunny – for a voice like Karen Dalton’s as well. I think there are stories about devils and crossroads…

Crows

We have a nest of crows in our back yard for the first time since we have lived here.

Their distinctive caws fill the air from morning till dusk.

Clearly they agree with Hillary Clinton that it takes a village; one huge baby crow flew the nest a little too soon, before its tail feathers had completely come in.

At least four adults hover close and scream at any human, cat or dog in the general vicinity.

My friend, colleague, and show-partner Melissa Rackliff  has an abundance of crows (or maybe they’re ravens- I’m not sure that I know the difference) in her very nice new paintings hanging currently at CORE New Art Space. I have work hanging there, too.

The First Friday Artwalk for this show will be on July 2, from 6 to 9 PM.

Allison Moorer’s new release “Crows” is beautiful. I want to listen again & again.

Inspiring

Zeta-oral’s short film for Pound’s perfect poem.

Enormous Wings (Mash Note for Gabo)

Oil on canvas, 30″ x 30″.

Silencio

Silence is golden. Too often I forget this.