...a poem without words.

This marble sculpture is only a fragment of its glorious former self and yet it now has more power to move than it probably ever did. Unexpected events over time have removed arms, legs and a head. Is this its essence? Can anything else be removed? Created long ago as part of a bigger story she now exists as poetry to me. Accidental poetry. I wish I could see this sculpture as it was originally intended so I could compare. Even the chipped base seems by design. It's title the Venus Medici and is at the Prado in Madrid.

...snapshots near home.

I know this corner of the city so well that it is often completely unknown to me. Growing up in the outer Sunset and now living in the outer Richmond is a short distance to travel over a long period of time. My grade school and high school are surreal icons visible from my kitchen window. The windmills are windmills again. After what seemed like so many years in Los Angeles I've been continuing to rediscover this town with the eyes of an artist. LA is so long ago now but remains vital in my evolution of looking at the overlooked. And now I am here. I'm somewhere familiar yet always finding fresh perspectives.

The 3rd Annual Dad is Rad Sale!

...the great circle.

I paint at least one baseball painting every year. This artwork is 24"X 24" acrylic on canvas. It's just a baseball, or is it?

...94109 fun.

The zip code 94109 is where Studio Gallery resides on Polk Street. This week they're hosting an exhibit of artists who have created artwork inspired by anything within that number. So I made these two acrylic sketches based upon my explorations throughout that area. It's a very cool and diverse zip code!