Retreating Snow, 2018, Archival Digital Print
I started a painting yesterday, this thing that seemed to come from some source other than me. It presents itself and wow! I am surprised by what I see and how it got here. Later I was out finding images to shoot and was reminded of Morandi’s landscapes, the drained color and almost imperceptible hue differences, I see him everywhere now.
Wire, Snow, 2018, Archival Digital Print
A new folio, Drawn on Land, is here. It is concerned with the minimal, not only which crosses and clouds drawing but also has expressive content that is not explicit.
Wire, Snow, 2018, Archival Digital Print
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Wire, Snow continues my attraction to the minimal which reads like drawing. The winter is the time it is easiest to see these expressions on the land. To my continuing surprise, every day brings something new to my eyes and senses. I had set up this crude wire circle to protect the shoots that were starting to peek above the earth. I wanted to keep the puppies from running over them. Once the big snow came, it turned into another order of visual surprise.
Two Horses just out of the Barn, 2018, Archival Digital Print
Billy and I drove up to North Chatham to pick up tick and flea meds for the puppies. Coming back to the car, it was just the moment when two striking Thoroughbreds were let out of the barn. To watch these two, their pleasure at being free, actually kicking up their heels and stretching their long muscles, their playfulness with each other, was to step into another world. We are all eager for spring. I’m predicting that it will come early. I need to believe this.
The Studio, Christmas Eve, 2017
A joyous holiday to you all! May peace prevail in this troubled world and the light outshine the darkness. Art is long.
Single, Small Sunflower, August, 2017, Archival Digital Print
The Sunflower, a smallish plant, smiled this morning showing its tiny face to the world. It lives among the Tomato plants on the back porch. I’ll leave it on the stalk so it will feed the birds in the fall.
from a still life series, oil on gessoed rag, each image on 8″ x 10″ sheet, ca. 2003
Each day I unpack a few things in the studio before I start work. On Monday I found this group of paper paintings way in the back of one of the flat files. These were the latest of a series that started in the late 90s. The first set was shown at my second solo at M.B. Modern in New York. It was a boxed set titled Small Mysteries. I’ll dig up an image and post it later. From there came more, two boxed sets about Glenn Gould’s piano, one shown in an Institute-wide Faculty Drawing Show at Schafler Gallery at Pratt, the other now in a collection in New York. These above were the beginning of an as yet unfinished new series about still life. They are part of the aria that streams through my mind about Black & White and the miracles it releases.
A show of photos opened today at Tregoning & Company in Cleveland. Thoughtfully curated by Bill Tregoning and Laura Sherman, it exhibits some of my photographs taken over the last two years as I let the land be my muse. Given that Earth Day is not far away, it feels fitting to have these on view now.
Photography is a area of continued conversation and discussion and engagement for me so my ideas about its power, it’s limits and its potential within a structure continue to be engaging.
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