22. January 2020
Back at Isle Royale National Park for my second season. Thought I might show what my underdrawing looks like before it is painted over. This trip I did not have a cabin, but spent three weeks in a tent. It is a huge challenge to carry food, gear, paint and canvas, when each gram is felt with every step. The Park Service let me stash extra supplies in storage so I could periodically resupply my backpack. As a rule, you could only spend one or two nights at each campsite. This was tough because I...
19. January 2020
Hanging out in the belly of the beast. Always looking for a plan "B" when the weather turns south. The "clunk-clunk" of traffic driving over expansion joints was a hypnotic mantra as this painting developed. I had the luxury of porta-potties and water close by. Mother Nature doesn't always smell good, but she provides. Always grateful for her many gifts.
16. January 2020
Another view of a very ugly building. I love ugly buildings. The poor, neglected things shout to be painted. The state took advantage of depressed property values in the 1980s to acquire office space in Austin. Over the course of two days, workers filed out and visited with me. They would point out which window was theirs. I would imagine them peeking past the mirrored glass from their cubicles. They are probably retired with their pensions by now. I hope Enron and the events of 2008 didn't...
13. January 2020
In these little paintings along the shore of Ladybird Lake, I see myself searching. Sometimes it is for a motif, or color. Other times it is for a place out of the sun, or rain. I would be stuck inside, or hit a creative block and just want to get paint on canvas. Nuts and bolts in hopes that one of the muses will find its' way to me.
11. January 2020
This is a terrible photo of a nice painting. Of course, there is a story. It was painted on the shores of Ladybird Lake. Once upon a time, in 1975 Houston, Texas, a person could drink at the age of 18. TGIF was a hot new entity that young people liked to go and make the "scene". My sisters and I trekked on over. They were admitted and I was stopped. Females were allowed entry, but males had to be 21. I complained about their sexism in a letter. I informed them it was short sighted. Change their...
31. December 2019
Another quiet haven off a busy intersection. I started the painting (on the right) in 2004. It bothered me and festered in my studio for a while. Rarely do I return to a painting, but this one was an insult. Usually I would paint over or unstretch the piece. Out of sight, out of mind. This one was insistent and I complied. Now I like the piece (left) quite a bit. Allowed it to grace my wall for a time. Like children, they can be difficult. Patience, love and friendship is a salve on those...
30. December 2019
Back in Austin, in my hood, around the Faulk Central Library. These were still the "good old days" though we didn't recognize it at the time. I loved looking at this little building. I was so pleased it housed an art related entity. The jail cast a shadow across this property, creating quite a contrast. The utility of incarceration architecture versus the esthetics art architecture was stark. Beautifully dressed people came and went here while desperate family looked for parking to visit loved...
29. December 2019
Life on Isle Royale, for artist in residence, required some guidance and measure of safety. My host family, Dick and Mary, showed me the ropes for lighting gas lights, stoves, refrigerators and filtering water. Once a day I would radio in that I was okay. My hosts were my life line in a life very close to that at the turn of the century...the one before last. The tiny dwellings were cobbled together with materials ferried over to the island in the last 200 years. Butcher blocks had a century of...
27. December 2019
This entire bay freezes every winter. Ice pushes all but the stoutest pier foundations from the lake. Most decks must be removed from their moorings or lost to the ice. This crane was motored into position to repair some of those footings. Since painting Tower Eiffel in 1988, I never met a super structure I did not like. This was no exception. In addition to the use of a cabin, I was provided a canoe to get around the lake. As long as I paid attention, I could paint from said canoe without...
25. December 2019

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