Calling all in free….

We hooked up the trailer early and headed up to the photographers’…John Corcoran, my digital magician. Check out his website for some amazing examples of his work.

He and Pat always have a yuck yuck…even while helping me to load massive paintings into the trailer…

It’s the middle of the afternoon now and all the paintings are safely home in the studio and together for the first time in months. I mean ALL the paintings…and ALL the frames. There is barely enough room for me to walk let alone frame but that’s what needs to be done so I’m winging it. They say the effects of this kind of a heat wave are cumulative and I have been feeling it today but we are among the lucky ones who have power and cool air inside.

So a break here to chill down and let you see today’s addition to the Granary Show lineup…

#9 – Skillet Apple Pie   24 x 29.5

Yes, another in the apple series paintings…and this year’s Recipe Series entry. You can read more including the original recipe in the Painter’s Notes.
No more goofing off for me…it’s back to the framing.


It’s frame delivery day…

And here are my two delightfully strong, confident, and cheery framers…Julie (she’s in the truck) and Laura (she’s in the flip flops). They, along with John (he had to stay and run the shop), are the leaders in the team Artworks who are responsible for cutting, joining and now delivering all the frames for my paintings.

Many many years ago I had the pleasure of working with them at one of the satelite frame shops. It turned out to be the tail end of my framing career and the beginning of theirs. It’s all become one big family and I am so proud of the extremely high level of quality and service that they provide their customer…and moi !

Their willingness to load the big truck and deliver these frames is a huge time saver for me and in this heat…whew it may have saved me from a trip to the ER !!! Thanks again ladies.

And here we go…

The studio is full of frames and the next stage of production begins. The apprentice is banished to the kitchen lest her prodigious tail send the stacks a’ flyin’ and I’ve got my work cut out for me to keep my own tail in line.

But before I get to work… today’s painting.

#8 – Camera Obscura  24 x 36

A companion piece of sorts to yesterday’s Trinity, this has a wilder side and makes me think a little bit of the photographer David Fokos’ writer wife Barbarella who is one of the few people I know who might actually know where this bird has flown off to.

Here’s a link to the Painter’s Notes…LINK

Keep cool kids.


#7- Trinity   34 x 39

This one goes a little deeper…
and as the Painter’s Notes reveal even deeper than I thought.

The Trinity

 I’m listening to Paul Winter as I write this.

His song, Belly of the Whale from his Earth Music Album.

If you were here and we were both sitting in front of this painting listening to it together…
I wonder if it would expand your thoughts about it,
the painting that is, too.

His saxophone is tilting in a graceful arc above the water
while a clear soulful whale song bubbles up from the ocean deep.
They meet a hair’s breath below the surface
in a gentle but haunting cello solo…and dance.

There is darkness and pain which flows into a brilliant blue tenderness.
A compassion that makes me weep,
and one or two notes that are all I need of joy.

I never would have chosen any of those words to describe this painting.
I’m not sure why I’m including them now.
But I do know that this painting was a mystery from day one.
It does not appear in any form in any sketchbook I’ve kept.
The objects are as far apart from each other in the studio as it is possible to be.

I remember picking up the clarinet
in order to adjust the string that was holding it askew on the wall.
Then taking the painting of Ted, which hangs facing the easel,
off the wall so I could hang it there.
Seeing the yellow of the whale oil strainer from across the room…
and then noticing the morning light catch the tip of the seagull feather in the driftwood.
How I got them all to stay like that on the wall and how that window got there I don’t know.

During the weeks I painted this Pat was away caring for a critically ill Uncle and his wife.
We weren’t expecting it and the separation was disconcerting.
 I suppose the muses knew I needed a meaningful distraction.
And so they brought me to the edge of this latest in the spirit vessel series.

And I suppose they are at it again…

choosing tonight, as I write,
to have Paul Winter’s Saxophone to fill the studio, my heart, and my spirit

I love it when they surprise me like that.