Painting as I see it.
Forrest and Gregg have helped me update my website. Check it out. My bad, no blog posts for too long. I have been working. Here are a few pieces that you may not have seen. Echoes Encore is 17″x108″. I have posted half here. Next is photo of me with work in progress. Verdant is 46″x54″. Spring and summer garden.
I am struggling with not being able to open things. Not just jars and tubes of paint. Yet, I find a way. This canvas was painted flat, on a ping pong table, not stretched and upright on an easel. There are not as many drips, and I think the edges are fuzzy, because the paint oozed over the canvas.
Forrest said this painting reminded him of a musical score. He’s working on synth music. This part is about 3 ft. of a 15 ft. canvas. The canvas was made for photo printing. It buckles when it gets any moisture. I’ve enjoyed tussling with the ups and downs of this canvas.
This is another painting on a word. It is a way for me to enter an abstract place that is color, lines, and now puckers. This is photo canvas that is 17 1/2″ wide, and comes on a roll. I’ve joined three pieces that are five feet, with duct tape. I don’t have a drone so the first photo is paralaxed. I’m working on an old pingpong table, plus a couple more. Today I was able to walk along and make continuous lines with charcoal. The moisture in the paint affects the pucker. Also, by working flat, the gravity pulls everything. I’m used to letting it pull on the drips when I work vertically. These panels may get a vertical treatment, or
not.
Discharge, like sneeze, fart, static electricity or a bomb.
Two canvases, a self portrait of us, not all parents.
Donna Livengood, our patron and Gregg’s mom, died on Dec. 20,2022. She was an avid bird watcher all of her life.
On June 7, I posted a drawing for this painting. I grew up in San Antonio, which is just down the road from Uvalde. There is no way to make sense of mass shootings, which are now the norm. The pink blocks stand for the families of the victims.
This painting has “simmered” a long time. The horse might sing is a tale of hope and possibilities. The double row of teeth on the right side show some of the obstacles! The canvas is 4 feet by 5 feet. 
The assault in Uvalde …no words.
What the Hell Happened? I don’t need those pesky constitutional protections. Much.