What I am painting… January & February

Paintings to date… landscapes as self-portraits or visa-versa, more drawing than painting, as what is put down is drawn away…

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Fields & Rains: Could Be Italy 68.6 x 34 cm oil on wood panel euro 250

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Lowlands Fields: Perhaps Eastern Nebraska 72.5 x 31 cm oil on wood panel euro 250

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Gulch in Spring Thaw: Could Be Colorado 46 x 29.6 cm oil on wood panel euro 250

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Ravine: Could Be Italy But Might Be Colorado 40 x 33.6 cm oil on wood panel euro 200

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A Lonesome Trail Through Fields: Perhaps In Russia 79.8 x 29.9 cm oil on wood euro 250

 

 

I am painting…

Yes, an announcement of sorts by showing my paint stained work-apron…

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after a long and often times frustrating, even painful, hiatus of nearly 10 years, like the Big Bang, I could stand it no longer. I kept waiting for Inspiration to strike like a lightening bolt but, n’er one arrived. So, as the Wise-men say, I decided to make my own hay. In my immediate case, wood panels gessoed to a whitely sanded neutrality, smeared with oil crayons… of an exceptionally XL size… concocting landscapes from invention. Nothing pre-meditated. Just art… my art. A daily act of courage. Stay tuned…

 

 

 

 

Sidewalk dispersions…

I find quite elegant the ripped pieces of street-level billboards draped, dangling nearly into the path of passers-by. Often the strips & shards of pasted poster-paper have become impromptu flowers, scrolls & slashes marring once complete photo & graphic images…

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The remnants are a giddy whirl of the recognizable mixed with the not so identifiable but for the fragments of color and violated flatness of the advertisements.

And while photographing, a street-cleaner arrived to irrevocably tear-off & throw away into his mini-electric garbage-truck what so artfully had protruded from the huge metal panels affixed to the rising wall of a busy street. Happily, chaos & abstraction could reign again in a new home, but not for long.

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Fashion swipes again…

Fashion: Norell’s knitted flounced sheath with beige silk flowers embroidered with gold… Original Photograph: Louise Dahl-Wolfe Harper’s Bazaar 1949… from American Fashion, Fashion Institute of Technology 1975 by New York Times Books.

Fashion swipes…

When I decide to move to Italy, I sold most everything I owned. Clean slate. I did keep two books. One on fashion, the other on interiors, plus a back issue VOGUE from February 1976. On my first trip back to the States, I retrieved these, brought them back to Italy and have referred to them… always… for inspiration, nostalgia… well, for serendipity!

I pulled the fashion book out this afternoon and took some swipes. Sounds disrespectful. Not intended. But, I do believe a fleeting memory of an image bears more fruit, in the long run, than full face on. Oblique to direct. More interesting, no? I chose my favorites. The book… American Fashion edited by Sarah Tomerlin Lee for the Fashion Institute of Technology, a New York Times Book 1975… is a very focused selection of past greats… legends… of American fashion design. Who has ever heard of Adrian, McCardell, Mainbocher, Norell or Trigere… much less remember them? I have and do. These designers deserve to be… for always. Here is a medley…

This post is dedicated to My Friend, Frank.

 

 

 

 

 

Where no one goes…

These telephone cameras are awfully silly. You are at their AUTO mercy. Fighting back, I poked mine in some holes on my urban stroll this sunny morning. Rather like the graphics & colors. Don’t you? And, The Mystery, baring an identifiable cigarette butt or a car…

 

 

A door…

Close range shots of the 500 year old portal doors to the Palazzo Ducale in Genoa, Italy…

A bronze door-knocker of Neptune riding waves from the mouth of a sea monster above… iron facings studded with hundreds of defensive studs… behind are solid chestnut planks arrayed with a multitude of iron locks & bolts… all incased in a medley of marbles of various hues & cries.