this
is
winter's
doorstep
december
m
a
k
i
n
g
a
new
body
of work
the next post
will have an image
u
n
t
i
l
then ...

a
special
thanks
to
everyone
who
stopped
by
to
view
my
work
at
the
TOAE
especially to those who
engaged in a dialogue regarding
the
work
presented
there were some
great conversations
and
some great insights shared
i
n
s
p
i
r
a
t
i
o
n
is
the
word
that
comes
to
mind
and a special thanks to all the TOAE organizers and volunteers for making it happen in 2016

this
is thursday
the day before
in TOAE the process
of packing paintings and
looking forward to experiencing another TOAE
there
have been
several memos
reminding us that it
is a rain or shine event
so this is to remind those
who are planning to attend
that rain is good for trees and
for
us
too
so do not be dissuaded by a forecast of rain
we
have
tents

my
booth
number
this year is

218

what

is 

art

why are some things

considered 

to

be

art

while other things

are

not

who decides

is a stack of hay

placed

in

an

art

institution

art

is a pencil line

on

a

piece

of

paper

art

whatever art is or is not

it 

certainly 

is

about

the 

individual

it is about

one's

perception

of

the

thing

art is like beauty

in

the

eye

of

the

beholder

on 

july

8

9

10

the

TOAE

will

be

all

about

beholding

                                   Olympus
                                   74" x 60"
                                   paint, oil bar, pencil on canvas
                                       
                    

outside
rain
falls
onto
the
ice
crusted
trees
like
music
and
i
am
reminded
of
the
musician
the
great
entrancer
of
all
things

Orpheus

                             
                         41" x 53"
                         paint, pencil, oil bar  on plywood

it

is 

now 

2016

i 

began 

painting in 1994

inspired by the works 

and the life of Vincent van Gogh 

it is as though he looked directly into the sun 

while the rest had turned their backs fearful (full of fear) 

of losing their sight when truth was that
fear had already struck them blind

dictating to them where they

could and where 

they could not 

cast their

gaze

to look steadily intently with fixed attention

i

am

not

speaking

of

navel

gazing

of

which 

there

seems

to

be

an

excess 

of

it
is
a
twenty
first
century
malady

the gaze of one such as Vincent van Gogh requires 

c

o

u

r

a

g

e

a willingness to risk the possibility of blindness for sight

Vincent

inspires

me

toward

c o u r a g e o u s n e s s