Wednesday, May 9, 2012


I create new things every day.

Will those things mean anything to my descendants? I don't know.

Today I went through all the canvas proofs that I have for the paintings I've gotten scanned in.  It was fun to do.  I wrote on each with a fine tip Sharpie the number, the title, the copyright year and signed it.

I imagined my daughter Anna going through them someday and showing them to her children.  My grandson Oliver and his children.

What have you done today, what stories are you leaving behind?


Monday I sketched this out while waiting to sing at King of Clubs...

I started painting it that night when we got home, just the black lines laying out everything.

Been working on it a little bit here and there. Here's the progress so far...

This one will take a while as it will be a bit detailed.

A little more progress later on in the day.

Why "Fragments"?  I'll leave it to your imagination, but it is mostly about fragmented memory...

Saturday, May 5, 2012


Wrinkles are just layers of paint.

I'm painting a new painting on top of another painting.  I've done it a few times to this particular painting. It now has developed some interesting wrinkles because of the different layers of paint going different directions.

It made me think of when I was a child and we painted our house every year.  It would develop an interesting look.  Sometimes we would strip off the paint to the wood and repaint.

A child starts out as a new painting.  As they grow older, they start to develop their own story.  As they age, their story changes applying another layer of paint.  Each different story through their lives adds yet another layer.

The next time you look at a face, just think of the stories painted onto that face.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Majestic Dreams

I'm going through a phase of majestic dreams. 

In part it is a wonderful thing, as I love a rich dream world and have always sought out ways to naturally, through thought, *not* herb, chemical, alcohol induce them.  For many years, the way I could induce them was to fall asleep in different parts of the house.

The other part, the way majestic dreams is a bad thing, is that it makes me look forward to sleeping again, having more. 

No time for that.