Purge
Winter time; bitter, bitter cold. More snow this morning. I’ve written before about the benefits of working on a lot of paintings simultaneously. Working this way allows paint layers to dry thoroughly. Painting over a layer too soon leads to bad problems (to use a technical term), such as cracking and sinking in. Working this way
The lady who gave up
Fresh off the boat that summer; I was a wide-eyed kid in New York for the first time. I gorged myself on galleries and museums. I was as fresh and raw as a nineteen-year-old can be. One day I was in a Madison Avenue gallery when an elegantly dressed older woman entered. As I was the only
In the studio 1/25/2105
Main Street #1, or ‘The Antique Shop,’ is on the easel in this photograph. I had a couple of good, long sessions on it today. I’m having fun painting the bric-a-brac in the shop window. Vermilion is a lake-front town (biggest concentration of small-boat marinas on the Great Lakes) and many shops have a nautical
A visit to the Cleveland Museum of Art’s Asian collection
The Cleveland Museum of Art recently rotated its vast Asian collection, which I happily discovered during Friday’s visit. After a Caesar salad in the Atrium cafeteria–‘extra anchovies, please’–I started my weekly ramble in the galleries above the cafeteria where the Asian collection is housed. Major museums, like Cleveland, rotate parts of their collection all the
Studio chaos
What better way to start the new year than turn the studio upside-down? As part of a general house reorganization, we moved the cable modem and router into the studio. This meant we had to move paintings–a lot of paintings!–to get to the wall. This resulted in a two-day jumbled mess, as you can see in this photo.
Christmas morning
Christmas morning. My daughter, Jane, is home from college, and we’re waiting for her and our two high school-age sons to wake up. This is the first Christmas that the children didn’t get us up at the crack of dawn. I’m taking advantage of the quiet before the storm to get some studio time. It’s
Robert Koepnick, sculptor
When I was in high school, my regular habit was to take the bus downtown from my suburban home outside Dayton, Ohio. After rambling about, I always went to the library to read and study. Haunting libraries was a habit I developed from my earliest days. Anyway, above the entrance to Dayton Metro Library was (and