Thursday, January 31, 2008

Monday, January 28, 2008

Perfume Bottle and Amethyst Ring

Why I Paint Objects.

A poem by Chilean Nobel poet laureate, Pablo Neruda, captures my feelings about objects and says, more clearly than I can, why I am drawn to paint them. Below I quote only a few lines from his poem, "Ode to Things":

I have a crazy,
crazy love of things.
I like pliers,
and scissors
I love
cups,
rings,
and bowls -
not to speak, of course,
of hats.
I love
all
things,
not because they are
passionate
or sweet-smelling
but because,
I don't know,
because
this ocean is yours,
it's mine:
buttons,
wheels
the little
forgotten
treasures,
feathered fans
on which
love has scattered
its blossoms,
glasses, knives,
scissors,
all have
on their handle, in their outline,
the traces
of someone's fingers,
of a distant hand
lost
in the most forgotten of the forgotten.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Grouping paintings

No new paintings today, but I thought you might like to see how the paintings can be grouped together nicely, such as this:



or this:


or this:





Something to think about.




Thursday, January 24, 2008

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Olive Jar

This painting is the revised version as of April 10th, 2008, and is included now in the larger work, "Not By Bread Alone".


Monday, January 21, 2008

Red Jar and Leaves

SOLD
Weekend's over. Back to work.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Monday, January 7, 2008

Friday, January 4, 2008

Paint Tubes

Quote from Robert Henri in "The Art Spirit",
"Find out what you really like if you can. Find out what is really important to you. Then sing your song."






Thursday, January 3, 2008

Spices

This painting is a slightly revised version of the painting originally published. It now appears in the larger work, "Not by Bread Alone" (seeing posting on April. 10, 2008).

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Pink Carnations and Marbles





Another quote from Mark Doty: "(Still life) is an art that points to the human by leaving the human out; nowhere visible, we're everywhere. It is an art that points to meaning through wordlessness, that points to timelessness through things permanently caught in time. That points to immensity through intimacy. An art of modest claims that seems perennial, inexhaustible."