Our beach pounded by waves
It’s a great day on Lake Erie. The air is crisp, cool, and sun-drenched. Waves pound the beach throwing up plumes of white froth.
The Betty Jane launched for the season. We were late getting her into the water this year but we’re ready to go now.
Two unfinished small paintings on the easel
Here are two unfinished small paintings. I enjoy painting the full-length figure in the smaller format. In the portrait the contrast between the dark head and the light sky, seat, and shirt caught my eye. What I like about the homemade glass palette you can see in the photo is that it’s easy to clean. A safety
Memorial Day 2014
Memorial Day. This past year we lost my father-in-law Wayne Kaniper. Every new holiday without him is melancholy (he died in November). I hold faithfully in memory both my brothers–Tim and Keith–along with my father and mother, my grand parents, and many others.
Some people never change
Some people never change. OK, I never change. I remember one particularly heated conversation about art. I was 19 and preparing for my first trip to New York city. My companion, a musician, and I were walking along a Midwestern city street gesticulating to one another, carried away by the force of our ideas. I explained that my highest goal was to
On the easel 5/11/14
Mother’s Day. The weather is perfect. We worked on the boat–The Betty Jane–yesterday and today. Painting was light this morning but I did get a session in with The Call. First time I’ve worked on it in a little while. I used the last of my old roll of canvas stretching three large ones yesterday. Earlier this
Happy Mother’s Day!
It’s a beautiful day today. The weather is fine and it’s Mother’s Day. Kathleen, my darling, it’s been 24 wonderful years. I love you as much now as I did then–more. Happy Mother’s Day to my mother-in-law Rose. You have always been the mother-in-law every man wants: kind, supportive, and good-hearted. Happy Mother’s Day to my
Philip Pearlstein
I didn’t know Philip Pearlstein long enough for him to be a true mentor, but even so he made a powerful and long-lasting impression on me. During the 80’s Philip was on the staff of Brooklyn College. His presence was the main reason Brooklyn College’s graduate fine arts department was ranked #2 in the country behind only