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From the Journal
Inspiring stories behind the paintings, life as an artist…
Last January, my daughter called at twilight wanting to know the name of a bright star. Venus, I replied. The evening star. I was in the process of reworking a painting with Venus in it that I wrote about in Before I Sleep. Our conversation brought to mind an egg...
I lean my back against a sun-warmed rock and feel the heat leak into my bones. Just breathe. Just leave me here, scattered among relics of the sea; purple mussel shells, golden kelp and speckled granite. Slake my thirsty soul with saltwater, and shake my body out...
Sometimes words are too shadowy to describe the luminous spectrum of life experiences. When words fail, all that remains is the profound beauty of silence. The need to express the ineffable existed in humans long before we invented the written word. We communicated in...
For the past month I’ve been on the west side of Florida. I came here to study the shoreline and sunsets on the Gulf. I’ve got a solo show in January of major oil paintings and wanted to create a body of work from a . . .
Sitting in a cafe, cup of black coffee in hand, hardcover sketchbook open on a thick wood table, I wait out a tropical storm. Reviewing recent drawings of the local beach, and making notes from a book I’m currently reading by Thich Nhat Hanh, The Art of Mindful Living.
Lightning and wind have been lashing the area all morning. Churning up white waves on a typically placid sea. Through the cafe’s blurry windows, gray and . . .
The sun is gleaming on the the water. Far out on the horizon, a rolling thunderstorm grumbles over the Gulf. Closer to shore, cumulus clouds drift in a silent, lazy train.
I am surrounded by textures, immersed in patterns, forms repeat in various incarnations. Floating, curving and ever shifting forms. The moist air of clouds. . .