New Work
posted: August 9, 2010

Two of these drawings sustained a bit of damage while sitting innocently in the corner of my apartment. A leak from the apartment above spattered water on the first drawing. The water bounced off the top of a box that stored sketchbooks, landing on this drawing that was propped up on the wall beside it. Fifteen years of sketchbooks were damaged as well; very painful. The second drawing was torn when the corner of a frame, stored next to it, slid across the drawing’s surface. I guess I’m learning that I need to take better care of my artwork. Maybe use more durable and archival media. I also learned that I liked these drawings more then I let myself know.  I did them/do them while teaching my classes. It’s a way to keep me busy while giving students time to work out issues on their own. I end up trying new stuff, too. So I thought I would post the most recent drawing (the third) along with the other two that were very recently damaged as a way to respect them, and preserve them. I already uploaded a phone pic of the third drawing to Facebook; apologies for the redundancy. By the way, Thomas Anshutz, while teaching a cast drawing class at the Pennsylvania Academy, drew along with the students. I did a search online to share a few with you, but couldn’t find the knockout drawings that I have in a book about him.

posted: July 7, 2010
Spent the fourth in Connecticut with my family. Recorded some of the goings on or not goings on in my book; my brother floating around in the pool, my car parked outside, a left foot and a right flip flop, my mother during a early morning coffee clutch, one of the many flower pots, ect. These paintings were done "on the spot". Some were done in just a moment, others were built more methodically. Both approaches, gestures of light color and feeling.

posted: February 10, 2010
I love how still, lifeless objects can take on a persona and play a human role. Sometimes, in Hopper's paintings, objects stand in for people; a barber pole, roof top chimneys, even some of his houses feel like sturdy New England gentlemen. The other day I passed a simply exhausted newspaper box . . . its' door swung open off its' hinges and its' newspapers spilling out of its' mouth. This little “R2 Unit”, the one with the white cap held on by a rubber band, is the star of my composition. It’s a jar of chicken fat that has been unsuccessfully smuggled into Canada.  His buddy, the dried sausage, was caught too.
posted: January 5, 2010
Firlst painting for a manuscript I'm working on. Without trying this guy ended up looking like me!
posted: September 8, 2009
This is a recent job from Saveur Magazine. It was a pretty straight forward assignment, but it close to home . . . I live across the street from a meat packing plant. I put the lamb silhouette under a would be tree shadow so the silhouette wouldn't look to cut out. It ended up feeling a bit like Ferdinand the Bull, which helped me connect to the assignment.
posted: August 19, 2009
The West Village is a little utopia. Here, everyone lives in harmony and relative peace. All along the Westside Highway, contemporary architectures mixes effortlessly with the quaint historic townhouses and factory buildings. Relic shipping piers are now greenways and bike paths. And to be quiet honest . . . parking is terrific. This pier is right off of Christopher St. On the weekend it's lawn is covered with sunbathers. From the end of the pier, beneath a canopy of trees, this unique point of view rolls in off the Hudson unfolding a contemporary narrative, a Sunday in the Park and a reflection of Prendergast. As I work, a few investigate. One passerby, early on, asks me how was I going to paint all those people. My response," I have no clue, I've never done this before." They get up, they sit down, they roll over, they bend their knees. They read, they talk on the phone, then four more people show up with chinese. It's insane. Nothing in this painting is really nailed down . . . except the composition and depth. The rest are brush strokes that could be blown off by a good wind.
posted: June 22, 2009

Sunday the only day we don't work:
Mules farting around the meadow,
Murphy fishing,
The tent flaps in the warm
Early sun: I've eaten breakfast and I'll
Take a walk
To Benson Lake. Packed a lunch,
Goodbye. Hopping on creekbed boulders
Up the rock throat three miles
Puite Creek –
In steep gorge glacier-slick rattlesnake country
Jump, land by a pool, trout skitter,
The clear sky. Deer tracks.
Bad place by a falls, boulders big as houses,
Lunch tied to belt,
I stemmed up a crack and almost fell
But rolled out safe on a ledge
and ambled on.
Quail chicks freeze underfoot, color of stone
Then run cheep! away, hen quail fussing.
Craggy west end of Benson Lake – after edging
Past dark creek pools on a long white slope –
Lookt down in the ice-black lake
lined with cliff
From far above: deep shimmering trout.
A lone duck in a gunsightpass
steep side hill
Through slide-aspen and talus, to the east end,
Down to grass, wading a wide smooth stream
Into camp. At last.
By the rusty three-year-
Ago left-behind cookstove
Of the old trail crew,
Stoppt and swam and ate my lunch.

Gary Snyder
posted: June 10, 2009

Two figure drawings . . . both small . . . under 8x10 . . . lots of gradual noodling.

posted: May 12, 2009
For the past few weeks, it's been mine. We've been swapping it back and forth, the sketchbook, responding the previous spread. Scotty A. created a portrait of Rorschach, so I picked up on the black and white pattern of Rorschach's mask and painted . . . COWS! . . . harmless and docile. I threw in a moody gent as well. He's sayin, "Hey wanna buy cow."
posted: March 17, 2009
Yes fun to paint the drama in a boxing match . . . but also another chance to study and paint anatomy.