Thursday, August 23, 2018

returning

a long silence.

my affair with photography proved to be rooted in lust, not love. a sweet, but brief infatuation. 
i've come back to color and brushes and the wonderful messiness of paint.  i'm rusty, but its fun.
here is a cell phone snapshot of the first painting i've done in the last five years.


Thursday, March 8, 2018

Friday, January 5, 2018







the artist's assistants








photography

i've decided i want to learn photography in the new year.
here are some practice shots.  hopefully we'll see big improvements soon.

some trees











taken at the brooklyn botanical gardens; winter 2018


some cats


sam





look at that paw...no wonder he types faster than i do!


cassie










sapphire





Tuesday, November 7, 2017

on the passing of Barbara Valianti

it wasn't supposed to go down like this.  we were supposed to be raising hell in the old age home.  we were supposed to be wise old crones together. instead she slipped away in the early hours yesterday.

I thought there was time,yet for us to laugh and finish our paintings.  i thought there would be time for a proper goodbye.

now there are no words for the hole in my heart.

rest peacefully, my friend...i know our paths will cross again.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Georgia O Keeffe; living modern

finally made it to the o'keeffe show at the brooklyn museum. i love stieglitz photographs of o'keeffe, but i love her paintings more. i would have preferred more painting,less photos.
speaking of photographs, i took a bunch of blurry pix at the exhibit .
the iconic hat         





an  early drawing



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 her shoes
some dresses



sculpture

some paintings












Tuesday, July 4, 2017

recent work

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still life


homage to klimt



water towers



collage featuring brancusi sculpture

Sunday, March 5, 2017

dreams of paris

i have this recurring dream: i finally make it to Paris but i can't get out of the hotel room  .the scenarios change each time...a different reason why i can't get out.

sometimes the doors and windows are locked.  i can see the iconic tower but i can't get to it. once the building was under terrorist 's control;once under government control.  often times its because i have no money and fear an encounter with the concierge . sometimes its just because of my daily living anxiety...how hard it is for me to just go outside.  those times i am alone,but occassionally i'm with someone who is preventing me from leaving the room.

always i am fully....achingly aware that i am only here for a short time which adds to the frustration and desperation to get out/ the time in paris won't last long and all i can do is gaze out the window and watch the city from inside.  how like life...so short...and still,i observe far more often than i participate.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Sunday, January 8, 2017