Saturday, September 7 2019 I had a one person show at Jefferson Arts Gallery in Monticello, Florida. It will be my last show, and was, in effect, my yearbook. It was one year worth of everything I wanted to do for many years but was too wrapped up with commissions to get around to. It was an exploration to see if anything could hold my interest for more than a couple of paintings. Nothing could. Once on the walls it was easy to see why painting has always been a frustration to me - I'm just not a painter, I'm a draftsman who occasionally colors the drawings. That's why there are rarely landscapes, and no successful ones... I can't see that stuff. I literally cannot see the forest for the trees. Now I have a room full of paintings to deal with, so they are a storage problem. I don't expect much to sell, they are like diary pages. I understand the emotional content, specific to me, of every single one - but that doesn't make them appealing in general. I am glad I did this. The hungry inspiration birds have been fed, the bag is empty, time to leave the beach with a light heart.
I've already ordered fresh new calligraphy supplies, going back to a very old love, illuminated poetry. The first one I will be working on is a quote from Rumi: "Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love." ( with orchids.)
I've already ordered fresh new calligraphy supplies, going back to a very old love, illuminated poetry. The first one I will be working on is a quote from Rumi: "Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love." ( with orchids.)