Invisible art
Whenever I go to mass (I don’t go as often as I should), I’m alert to the art in the church. Last winter, we made our first visit to Our Lady, Queen of the Most Holy Rosary Cathedral, which is seat of the archdiocese of Toledo, Ohio. The cathedral is resplendent with mosaics of every kind.
Busy drawing day
I spent the past the several days drawing. Yesterday I started drawing on 2 new canvases: Euclid Avenue (48″ x 60″), and Sunday (42″ x 56″). The day before, I started the 40″ x 50″ Girl in Purple Boots. This furious drawing is, in part, the result of a screw-up. Several days back I started
Trip to University of Cincinnati (fail)
My son John and I left early yesterday morning for a visit to the University of Cincinnati. John, a senior in high school, plans to be a computer engineer and UC’s program is #2 in the state (behind OSU’s). It was raining when we left; a freezing rain that made the roads treacherous. My F-150
Move-in day in the new studio
My first session in the new studio! In this photo, you can see two easels set up and ready to go. The third one is off the frame to the left. The old studio had room for just one easel. I have a bank of natural daylight lights running along the steel beam in the
Another birthday
For my birthday, I upgraded my phone to the Galaxy Note 4. And, because it was my birthday, I upgraded my son Keith’s phone to an iPhone 6. Keith is an Apple fan; me, I like Android. I love the Note 4. Its large format accommodates my fumble fingers. The screen is crisp and clear
New shed, old studio
Fall ended abruptly with light snow and bitter cold. Today’s high is 19. Here’s the new shed seen from the studio door–the old studio door. This shed enabled me to convert the garage into a studio. The old studio might look cluttered in this photo but it’s nearly emptied of paintings, canvases, and supplies. I
Me and the dog–the notorious Silky Terrier, Buddy–walked on the beach this morning. The violence of Lake Erie’s gales always surprises those unfamiliar with the Great Lakes. During storms, the lake is nothing like the placid oasis for pleasure boaters and fishermen that we hold in memory. It’s loud–a continuous roar. The legendary power of
In the studio: 10/19/14
I worked on this small painting this morning. I am still working on the underpainting but it’s far enough along to show. I used to be phobic about people commenting on unfinished work. I used to hate–I mean hate–it when people visited my studio unannounced. They would inevitably comment about the unfinished work piled everywhere. Even