As busy as I’ve kept myself, there are some things I’ve neglected. I haven’t been much inspired to paint. And that’s a shame, because I love painting. It’s meditation. It’s therapy. It’s time out of time. I finished exactly one…
The Edge of Where I’ve Been
I have stayed away from this little blog for so long now, it would be easy to say I’ve quite forgotten it. But that isn’t true. While it has gathered dust in the corner of my brain-hole, it has held…
Same Odd, Same Odd
People around the world are doing all kinds of things during lockdown, things they’re sharing through social media every day. In reading about these fine folks and their many accomplishments, I have been envious and appalled, awed by grace and…
Could It Be?
I was sent to cover an art fair recently, along with my dear buddy and partner in crime Cynthia, and as I looked over the published piece, it occurred to me that this is my first byline. The link…
Street Art – Los Angeles
A couple of weeks ago Mister and I took part in an organized tour of street art in downtown L.A. I thought it would be cool. Turned out it was amaze-balls. (The image shown above is the mural…
Low Country Paintings
As if there weren’t enough weight in this world, the dire news of our climate crisis has now landed. But we already knew this, right? I mean – a person would have to be a complete fucktard to deny…
It’s Not a Perfect System
So many people have reached out, asking about my goings-on, my well-being, that I feel a response is due on my part. And that’s not easy for me. On the one hand, absolutely nothing is going on. On…
The Freaking Queen
I’ve started watching “The Crown” on Netflix and I’m smitten. When I first saw “Brideshead Revisited” in the 1980s, I realized I was an Anglophile. Still am. I’ve tried to escape it, but we are what we…
And So I Begin. Again.
Yesterday I painted. Those who didn’t just meet me know this is kind of a thing. I’ve tried to pick up my brushes, but the hurt from losing my mentor’s guidance has been bigger than I anticipated. And…