Monday, December 31, 2012


What Cannot Be Said, Will Get Wept.
What a wonderful saying.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Blue Chimney Commission

Thursday, December 20, 2012

My favorite Elton John first introduction to Elton John. Musical genius.

I wonder if those changes
have left a scar on you
Like all those burning hoops of fire
that you and I passed through
You're a bluebird on a telegraph line
I hope you're happy now
'Cause when the wind of change
comes down your way now
you'll make it back somehow.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

And this guy...just LOVE HIM.

Count Your Blessings

One of my favorite scenes from one of my favorite movies.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Sorry, Sam, I know you asked for a "new bike" but instead I got you "nightmares forever."

Big Brother/Big Sister Christmas Party, December 9, 2012. Precious Chloe getting showered with gifts. Love this girl.

 Any opportunity to get on stage!

Friday, December 7, 2012

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Ends of the Earth - in progress

48" x 48". Still a ways to go.

A Case of You

Just before our love got lost you said
I am as constant as a northern star
And I said, constantly in the darkness
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar

On the back of a carton coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
With your face sketched on it twice

Oh you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
Oh I would still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
I remember that time that you told me, you said
Love is touching souls
Surely you touched mine
Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time

Oh you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said
Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed

Oh but you are in my blood you're my holy wine
You're so bitter, bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Okay, if I could put asterisks over this to make it more "polite" I would. But ya know, it is what it is.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

"Ends of the Earth" in progress

 First stage after the underpainting and sketching in.
 Beginning to add first layer of background color.
 Some areas getting detail.
Quit for the night, many more layers and details to go. 48" x 48"

I'll Back You Up

Monday, December 3, 2012

Monday, November 26, 2012

Because it is.

The first Georgia O'Keeffe inspired painting - IN PROGRESS.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Wednesday, November 7, 2012


And yes, some bubbly was consumed! My uterus feels safe again!

"Companion Fields"

New name for this one. Better cropped photo.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Catching up on lost time

 "Conscious of Our Treasures", 24 x 48, oil on canvas.
 Corpse bride and groom, gracing my front porch. They swung so heavenly in the breeze.
 Chloe's impression of Mr. Skinny.
 Some of the faces from the Christiana Cultural Center event, November 2, 2012

 A face from Sea Witch, 2012
 Is it just me...or is that a heart in the sky?
 Lancaster, step 1
 Lancaster step 2
 Lancaster, complete. Will come up with a better name. 6 x 6"
 An amazing fall day, very Hopper-esque at the point.
 Beginning of Sandy - October 2012

 Sea Witch 2012

 Love this cemetary and its labryinth.
And yes, of course I voted.


Great movie, Argo! And you'd have to see it to "get" the title of this post.

Nervous day...election yi yi. Crossing fingers, and buying a bottle of bubbly in case I get to pop it again as I did four years ago

Painting again, hurricanes, all kinds of stuff going on. Next post will have pics

Friday, October 26, 2012


Yep....there are people out there who are this closed-minded. Who think they have more rights than anyone who doesn't look like them, have sex like them, fall in love with them, have different color skin, are a different income level, or a different religion. F**k that whole "all men are created equal" (of course, they didn't mention women, so in essense they're covering their asses) we'll decide WHICH MEN are created equal. And they look like Mitt. Old, white and wealthy. Screw you Romney and all your bigoted cronies.

He outlined his misgivings about the request from the Registry of Vital Records. "The children of America have the right to have a father and a mother,'' Romney said in his prepared remarks. "What should be the ideal for raising a child? Not a village, not 'parent A' and 'parent B,' but a mother and a father.'' Romney also warned about the societal impact of gay parents raising children. "Scientific studies of children raised by same-sex couples are almost nonexistent,'' he said. "It may affect the development of children and thereby future society as a whole.''
The following year, 2005, Romney spoke to conservative voters in South Carolina, as he trained his eye on the presidency. "Some gays are actually having children born to them,'' he said. "It's not right on paper. It's not right in fact. Every child has a right to a mother and father.''
Does it really matter whether his actions and statements were motivated by Romney's authoritarian Mormon faith or were a pander to evangelicals as he sought the presidency, or both? That he could be so zealous, cold-hearted and cruel should alarm everyone about the prospect of Mitt Romney becoming president.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Friday, October 19, 2012

Camille Pisarro

Sometimes I am horribly afraid to turn around canvases which I have piled against the wall; I am constantly afraid of finding monsters where I believed there were precious gems!  Thus it does not astonish me that the critics in London relegate me to the lowest rank. Alas! I fear that they are only too justified! However, at times I come across works of mine which are soundly done and really in my style, and at such moments I find great solace. But no more of that. Painting, art in general, enchants me. It is my life. What else matters? When you put all your soul into a work, all that is noble in you, you cannot fail to find a kindred soul who understands you, and you do not need a host of such spirits. Is not that all an artist could wish for?

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Monday, October 1, 2012

Monday, September 24, 2012

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Grey Street

Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out onto Grey St.
And she thinks...hey
How did I come to this
I dreamed myself thousand times around the world
But I can't get out of this place

There's an emptiness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together
To grey, and it breaks her heart

Oh how she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears He doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her He might
She says I pray
But they fall on deaf ears

Am I supposed to take it on myself
To get out of this place
There's a loneliness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now,
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together
To grey, and it breaks her heart

There's a stranger speaks outside her door
Says take what you can from your dreams
Make them real as anything
It will take the work out of the courage
She says please
There's a crazy man that's creeping outside my door
I live on the corner of Grey Street
And the end of the world

 Oh there's an emptiness insider her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It's more like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her
Using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together
To grey
And it breaks her heart...Oh and it breaks her heart  

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Monday, September 10, 2012

Badass women

Scooter Slap Down

Okay, so I saw a whole new type of road rage today. Two men on scooters, one in his fifties, one in his twenties. They started yelling at each other on Route 1, and then decided to continue the fight in the parking lot across the street. You should have seen the scooters ZIP into the parking lot! Backback and baseball cap flying off the young guy, chest jutting out....old guy (probably butt puckering in a serious way) approaching the young guy, though somewhat less agressively. The punches didn't fly but the smack talking did. Old guy picked up his phone (probably to call the police when he realized this younger guy was going to kick his ass into next week) and then the whole thing fizzled. Nothing like law enforcement to take the sizzle out of a scooter knock-down, drag-out.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Lewis Black's response to Todd Akin.

AVC: What is your human response to first hearing something like Todd Akin’s comments on rape? Do you immediately put pen to paper, calmly discuss the matter with loved ones, or fume?
LB: Internally, I think, “When does it end? When does it really become the 21st century?” I think about it for a while. My first response was, “Okay, you [Akin] can have these thoughts, but then you lose your rights to cable. You lose your rights to a color television set. You watch everything in black and white, and you’re not allowed air conditioning.” That’s when you can have thoughts like that: when you’re sweating your tits off and you only have three channels.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Georgia's landscapes

Georgia O'Keeffe didn't just do florals, but also landscapes that mainly reflect her southwestern heritage. I'm looking forward to figuring out ways to honor and reflect her talents while making the paintings my own. Should be a fun winter project.

Friday, August 31, 2012

More Thornton Wilder...

"You swore you loved me, and laughed and warned me that you would not love me forever. I did not hear you. You were speaking in a language I did not understand. Never, never, I can conceive of a love which is able to foresee its own termination. Love is its own eternity. Love is in every moment of its being: all time. It is the only glimpse we are permitted of what eternity is. So I did not hear you. The words were nonsense."

Thornton Wilder, The Ides of March

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Georgia O'Keeffe

So....the winter project will be working on a show called "To Georgia, with love", hopefully with Nick Serratore. We are hoping to create homage paintings that attempt to reflect the style, passion and talents of Georgia O'Keeffe. I was kind of tickled to see that Georgia and I bear a resemblance to each other.  Stay tuned.