Poem: 5th Street
5th Street After art history, the widow drove me to my slum studio. Its only north-facing window overlooked the vacant lot where I saw a shootout my first night there.…
5th Street After art history, the widow drove me to my slum studio. Its only north-facing window overlooked the vacant lot where I saw a shootout my first night there.…
As a member of a Federal works program, I taught art in community centers around Dayton, Ohio. My fellow teachers were performers, musicians, and artists. The director was a dancer…
We drove through the snow to the magnificent Holy Rosary Cathedral in Toledo for my son’s confirmation. The eighth-grade class from Keith’s school–St. Paul’s in Norwalk–along with several other schools…
I had a good drawing session on the painting titled The Photographer this morning. This painting of a single figure is 32″ x 48.” I think one more session will…
Most of modern arts journalism is marketing. One infrequently encounters critical journalism these days. A recent article in Canadian journal The Walrus is pretty typical. The piece, A Portrait of the…
Yesterday’s Thanksgiving holiday was wonderful at our house. We had three of our children here to share my wife’s delicious turkey and stuffing. Daughter Jane baked an apple pie, and son Keith…
What better way to start the new year than in the studio, eh? I was up at 5:00 as usual (no late night revelry for me!) and pitched right in.…
Here is the newest studio update. The drawing on the floor started as a painting on canvas board, but I was having so much fun drawing, I decided to finish…