Quince, Coffee and a Bronze Bird

More random stuff on the tall kitchen table by the window looking out over the Pacific Ocean. 

Art Over the Fireplace

Is there a more honored space for art in a home than over the fireplace? I don't think so. I see the hearth as the symbolic center of the house. Television may be the modern day hearth-fire, but the true hearth and the art that hangs above it represent something deeper. The fireplace symbolizes kinship, family and a place to gather. The artwork has the opportunity to take us deeper and reflect the taste and sentiment of the family itself.  With that in my mind, I'm grateful to have paintings hanging in this esteemed spot. What's hanging above your mantle?

Daily Sketch

Everyday make a sketch. That's the discipline. It doesn't have to be executed with the intent of creating a pen and ink masterpiece. In fact, that's not the point at all. The idea is to get lost in the observation of something or anything. The less I think about it the better. Just trust and draw. Maybe it's the same view everyday for a week. Perhaps it becomes something more ambitious. Or maybe it's just a scribble that tells me all I need to know about what I saw. It doesn't matter. What matters is everyday make a sketch.

Triton Museum Drawing Exhibition 12/11-3/4/09

Triton Museum of Art

I'm super grateful to be accepted into the Triton Museum's Statewide Drawing and Print Exhibition. It will be the second time I've been able to participate in one of their art shows. That last was a couple of years ago and I was surprised to receive a bronze award for one of my grape harvest paintings. It's a tremendous venue and a great organization. The reception is Friday, December 11 from 7 PM to 9 PM.

The Art of Labor and the Dance of Labor

Agricultural labor is certainly backbreaking work and remains a politically embattled subject. It's also something that everyone is involved in on some level since we all eat. In California one would have to be quite insulated to be unaware of the sources of their food. A short drive in any direction eventually features the colorful dots of migrant laborers amidst green fields of one crop or another. I took a closer look and spent some time observing the workers. What I found and what appeals to me, underneath the ruffling blanket of politics, is the timeless beauty and clear purpose found in the act of harvesting. Difficult as it may be to stoop for hours in the midday sun, the field-laborer is connected to the earth in an artful and unique way. It may be a stretch to call it a dance of labor but that's truly how I see it.

Box of Kelp

Mounds of knotted seaweed and kelp appear on Ocean Beach and have always caused me to stop and stare and wonder and muse at the complex entanglements of amber-green cord. A Gordian knot from the Pacific sits at my feet and I'm hypnotized by the possibility of unraveling its mystery.

Detail: Box of Cloth Painting

This is a photo taken with my iphone. It's a detail from yet another painting of a box of cloth. Someone somewhere said if you took all the painted drapery out of the Louvre there would be little artwork left. I think this might be true of most museums that feature old master paintings including the Palace of Legion of Honor just up the hill from here. There's a lot to do in San Francisco but sometimes I'll choose to walk through the galleries there just to study the many ways drapery has been rendered over the centuries. It must relate to my fascination with mazes and labyrinths as a child. I'm sure this is one of several ways I continue to pursue that early interest.  And so I paint boxes of cloth and kelp sometimes. It's like a moving meditation for me.

Daily Sketch

The more good habits I engage the less time I have for bad habits. One of my good habits is daily sketching. It's a personal commitment to make at least one sketch every day.  Something, anything. Somewhere, anywhere. Observation and meditation blend to create visual memories of a moment, place or thought.  Like a journal entry, it's the best way I've found to let go and truly see what is front of me or discover what's been wanting to fall out of my head and on to paper.  

Crumpled Cloth in a Crate