Friday, October 18, 2013


This is detail of my latest paint Signs of Life.
A fat log with moss growing on it is abandoned near a can which was used for heating some food. A stick is propped against the log with an old bag hanging from it. Someone at sometime used this area as a temporary outpost. See for the full painting.

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Friday, October 11, 2013


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Ham Radio. Full title: Mom Does Ham Radio Now That Dad is Gone.
A really odd (no surprise) inspiration is behind this title:
There's a man who lives a few doors down from me. This guy has a leaf blower and every Sunday in late summer/ autumn he is outside his property obsessively blowing leaves from here to there for hours at a time. I've observed him blowing them from the sidewalk to the street, and from street side blowing them out from underneath neighbor's cars... back onto the sidewalk? He's probably in his late fifties and he's sweating from this. The blower is constantly running so when he walks in a direction to blow leaves one way, and then turns to walk back, he's now kind of blowing stuff back in the direction from whence he came. It's maddening to watch and he is meticulous with this chore. I'm sure he feels like he's doing the neighborhood a favor, because I have seen him blowing the leaves off parked car's hoods and windshields.
One day he was using the blower from about 4 in the afternoon until about 9:30 PM. I watched him and I got closer and closer to him. In his frantic scurrying, he did not even notice me in his peripheral. I eventually gestured and he looked up, saw me, and turned the blower off. I said, "Hello... What are you doing?"
He said, "I'm cleaning off the sidewalk."
I said, "Okay, but it's 9:30 on a Sunday night. Maybe if you have a rake and a broom? You know what I'm saying?"
He said, "I'm almost done."
I said thanks and began to walk away.
He then asked, "You live around here?"
I turned and said, "Yes."
He asked, "Where about?"
I said, "Close enough." and the blower immediately turned back on so he could finish the task.
Even though I was irritated by all of this I started to fabricate a reason for his insanity. I imagined the guy lives alone and his partner tragically died years ago. This guy copes with the loss through obsessive cleaning. He must interact with every last flake of leaf and every last particle of dust, all of which blow around into finer and finer clouds of debris on those fateful Sunday nights.
Ham radio is a hobby involving people from all walks of life. The term "ham" is derived from the terms hobby and amateur. Many ham radio operators build their own equipment and broadcast from their own homes. It's a hobby for those who want to reach out to the world and make a connection with others. I could imagine this hobby helping someone cope with loss. In the scenario in my painting, a mother is observed after the passing of the father. This hobby is perhaps a little atypical for Mom's personality, but the child observing finds it to be just as intriguing as it may be concerning.

Sunday, September 29, 2013


This scene is titled I Think I Saw A U.F.O.
The scene is akin to the Car Crash painting. I originally wanted to do another car crash scene where the driver's excuse for crashing was that he was distracted by a U.F.O. in the sky. The driver was driving drunk and could be using a U.F.O. as an excuse for the wreck, or perhaps he was so drunk that he believes he did truly see a U.F.O.
This theme has been altered to instead represent a celebration (hence the cake!) which itself is enough out of control that it convinces our subject that he, at some point, saw the U.F.O. and was even potentially abducted. It's all a real blur.

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Sunday, September 22, 2013


This lady is being told a secret by the uniformed figure on the right. In the background is another woman from the village who is suspiciously eves-dropping (far left)

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Saturday, September 7, 2013


A dead dog with her favorite toy.
My sister recently told me she will "...stick to drawing dogs and flowers..." after finding my one Anomoly painting to be disturbing. Well, inspiration comes in all forms and this new painting is of a dead dog. The dog is laid to rest with her stuffed toy and some flowers are placed on her. There are also some daisies growing there.

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20 x 16

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dog's head detail

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flower detail

Tuesday, September 3, 2013


This scene depicts a miscalculation. The miscalculation could represent the patient's poor judgement which led him to the hospital (yes, that hospital looks like a terrible place)- or, the miscalculation could have been on part of the doctors that failed to keep him alive; or botched a surgery.
I think that one white rectangular thing is a medical chart of some kind, and the other black rectangle is a two-way mirror. Light on the ceiling. Gas tank at head of table. Oh, and there's another figure peaking through the curtain on the left.

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