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…
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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 the waves smashing the shoreline is the bane of lakefront property owners.
Buddy and I walked down our rough steps and out onto the jetty, buffeted by the wind and soaked by the wave-tossed spray. After a short walk, Buddy had enough and we made for home. This gale is mild compared to those that will come soon.
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In the studio: 10/19/14
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•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…
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Review: The Art of Slowing Down in a Museum
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•In her recent New York Times article, The Art of Slowing Down in a Museum, Stephanie Rosenbloom admonishes us to slow down when we visit museums. 20 minutes, she says, in front of a single work of art provides the most therapeutic experience. She sights several studies and experiments to buttress her argument, but essentially she’s pulled…
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Poem: From the backseat of my aunt’s Chevy
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•From the backseat
her red hair an accusation.
Thin, careworn, and cunning
burnt forever by that long-ago season;
she knows the wrong things.
Dissolute pools
trapping the blue sky,
her mascara-smeared eyes lie,
looking backly.
“This is how the world is,”
nodding,
“this is how the world is.”
Her disjoint face abandons
the words she forces;
words are flight,
purposed for betrayal.
The Fall creeps in,
steals what is not hers;
is merciless.
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In the studio 10/12/14
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•Today’s session was the third painting session for The Photographer (32″ x 48″). The under-painting is nearly finished–one more session. Because it’s a single female figure, it reminds me of the recently finished The Explainer. I didn’t get much done this week. The flu shot I got on Monday–DO NOT get a flu shot when you’re…
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Review: The Tempest by Bob Dylan
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•I listen to Bob Dylan’s music. I’m interested in his music, but I am not a fan of the man. I don’t believe much of what is written about him, nor do I believe much of what he says about himself. I’ve never attended a performance during his endless-seeming tours. I didn’t always listen to Dylan’s music; in fact,…
My wife left for New Jersey today for a five-day visit. Sunday will be the first anniversary of her father’s–Wayne Kaniper--death, and she wants to share it with her mother and brothers. It’s a cliche but it’s hard to believe it’s been a year already. We miss him.