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Art Makes the Artist
RedTree: Continuum– At West End Gallery Every creative person is a duality or a synthesis of contradictory aptitudes. On the one side he is a human being with a personal life, while on the other side he is an impersonal, creative process… Art is a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes him its instrument. The artist is not a person endowed with free will who seeks his own ends,…
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Originality and Authenticity
Echoes of Time- At West End Gallery People are always talking about originality; but what do they mean? As soon as we are born, the world begins to work upon us; and this goes on to the end. And after all, what can we call our own, except energy, strength, and will? If I could give an account of all that I owe to great predecessors and contemporaries, there would be but a small balance in my…
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Five Habits of the Mind
The Answering Light— At West End Gallery, Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs. How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while we ourselves dream of rising. How two hands touch and the bonds will never be broken. How people come, from delight or the scars of damage, to the comfort of a…
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Paying My Way
Galvanic Memory (2002)– At Principle Gallery Under all speech that is good for anything there lies a silence that is better. Silence is deep as Eternity; speech is shallow as Time. –Thomas Carlyle, essay Sir Walter Scott (1838) This painting, Galvanic Memory, is as its title infers is primarily concerned with those memories that burn themselves deep into our psyches. But for me, it also…
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The Moment
Anchor– At West End Gallery The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your room, house, half-acre, square mile, island, country, knowing at last how you got there, and say, I own this, is the same moment when the trees unloose their soft arms from around you, the birds take back their language, the cliffs fissure and collapse, the air moves back…
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A Look Back: Give Me a Sign
As for omens, there is no such thing as an omen. Destiny does not send us heralds. She is too wise or too cruel for that. –Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891) Going through old work there are plenty of these small paintings that I just shuffle past quickly without giving them much consideration. They often are half-baked attempts or simply flawed or, worst of all, just plain boring.…
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Burned In Deeply
Studio Window 5:45 AM July 27 2026 Smiling with pleasure, they went through their memories, not sad, old people’s memories, but poetic, youthful ones, those impressions from the very distant past where dream merges with reality, and they laughed softly, rejoicing at something. –Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace (1867) I looked out the window of the studio this morning around 5:40 AM. The light was just…
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Ars Poetica
A poem should not mean But be. — Archibald MacLeish, Ars Poetica (1926) These are well known last lines of the 1926 poem Ars Poetica from Archibald MacLeish. The poem asks us to experience poetry as a sensory experience. To just take it in as it is, to trust our visceral reaction to it. To not lose the poem in a fog of intellectualization as we grasp for meaning. That is very much like…
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Big Gems/ A Seedling Returns Opening Reception Today
In the Pocket of Time (2014)- Included in A Seedling Returns Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings. Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest. The blessing is in the seed. –Muriel Rukeyser, The Green Wave (1948) The blessing is in the seed… Everything we accomplish or attempt has a seed, a beginning. About five weeks back, I started a blog post with the lines above…
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Seven Nights to Rock
Night Magic— Now at Gmeiner Art & Cultural Center What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights, Eightscore-eight hours, and lovers’ absent hours More tedious than the dial eightscore times! O weary reckoning! –William Shakespeare, Othello, Act 3, scene 4 Couple of things on the agenda this morning so I going to be brief. Well, brief by my terms. It doesn’t work out that way sometimes, even…
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Truth's Echo
In Radiance— At the Gmeiner Art & Cultural Center, Wellsboro, PA The aim of life is to live it intensely, to be fully born, to be fully awake. To emerge from the ideas of infantile grandiosity into the conviction of one’s real though limited strength; to be able to accept the paradox that every one of us is the most important thing there is in the universe – and at the same time not more…
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Fortune's Fool
The Call of Wonder– At West End Gallery I feel ancient, as though I had Lived many lives. And may never now know If I am a fool Or have done what my karma demands. — Gary Snyder, Four Poems for Robin (1968) Does the fool know he is a fool? I mean, I would like to say that, for the most part, I have done what karma has demanded of me, that I have both benefitted and paid for the decisions that…
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A Look Back: One (1997)
The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of. –Matsuo Bashō (1644-1694) That same formula that Bashō described above might well apply to most art. I feel my own work expresses itself most effectively when it says a little less. In the early days when I was just beginning to show my work that was actually a…
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The Patience of Things
Archaeology: The Silence of the World— Now at Principle Gallery The extraordinary patience of things! This beautiful place defaced with a crop of suburban houses— How beautiful when we first beheld it, Unbroken field of poppy and lupin walled with clean cliffs; No intrusion but two or three horses pasturing, Or a few milch cows rubbing their flanks on the outcrop rockheads— Now the spoiler has…
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Born Into Color/Rumi
All Embracing– At West End Gallery Your way begins on the other side become the sky take an axe to the prison wall escape walk out like someone suddenly born into color do it now –Rumi, Quietness I had a post early in the year about a small painting that I title Born into Color. My friend Linda (shoreacres) from down in Texas responded in the comment section with the poem above from the 13th…
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Big Gems Opens Today/ And the Glimmer Comes
The pessimist resembles a man who observes with fear and sadness that his wall calendar, from which he daily tears a sheet, grows thinner with each passing day. On the other hand, the person who attacks the problems of life actively is like a man who removes each successive leaf from his calendar and files it neatly and carefully away with its predecessors, after first having jotted down a few…
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Self-Portrait
He seems to me to be headed for his ideal fate, which is compulsive psychosis dashed with a jigger of psychopathic irresponsibility and violence. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road (1957) This morning, I was looking for an image of the painting, Soul Boat, from my 2019 series, Multitudes. In doing so, I came across this photo this morning from a post back in 2022 that showed the painting on a small…
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