On Summit

Have you been on pins and needles wondering how the paintings for my show in November are coming along? Well wonder no more. I'm making progress. Here's a few shots from the studio to prove it. The ones taped to the wall are coming along nicely. The larger on in the foreground is stalled. Here's a pair I was working on. I like the one on the right. The one the left needs some work. The left hand panels here are portraits. I'm literally teaching myself how to paint. The other two are of a late Nineteenth Century park scene. (Yeah, I'm stealing a page from Manet's playbook. That's how art works).

This year I'll celebrate a milestone birthday.  As I measure my life thus far, I've had a chance to reflect on the man I've become. To a certain degree we can define our lives by the possessions we keep (vintage scooters, original artwork, fine antiques, high-end electronics, etc). Looking back, I realize the converse is also true. In many respects we can tell as much about someone by the things they haven't owned, as by the things they have. In that spirit, I offer a short but telling list of items I've never owned.   Sandals (Flip-flops, yes. Sandals, no). A Bowling Ball A Fanny Pack A Chrysler Product (This actually surprised me. I've owned dozens of cars, but never a Chrysler) A Recliner A Sonic Youth Record (Again, surprising) Castanets Cargo Pants (including Cargo Shorts) (In the interest of full disclosure, I once owned something that my mom referred to as "camping pants". These were shorts with a variety of clasps, poc...