Watercolor Art Auction on Fridays
There’s something amazing about a watercolor art auction, it reveals and condenses. But first let me tell you about trendiness and the way it works in art purchases. I’m surprised at how easy it is for a smooth sales guy or gal to talk someone out of what they like. Quietly, I watch it at […]
The Final Post on Friendship
I have been criss-crossing the state of New Hampshire to hang my paintings in new shops and galleries. This is a good problem, but the downside is that I have little time to write. This means that this month will be my last formal installment of friendship posts. Come June, I will still write updates, […]
When God Paces You
Last time, I wrote about how God opens up places of uniqueness, peace, and freedom. I want to talk more about each of these. These tell-tale marks of God’s Spirit. The Bible calls these fruits of the Spirit, evidence that this person has walked through seasons with God as their pace car. For the full […]
Perfectionism and Art
You know, Hitler wanted to be an artist . . . It was easier for Hitler to start World War II than it was for him to face a blank square of canvas. — The War of Art, Steven Pressfield All journeys of consequence begin with small steps. Creative work means fighting what Steven Pressfield calls […]
Big Sur Thanksgiving
Suddenly, summer turns her rosy, hot face on us. When I think of summer I immediately think of warmth, water and travel (at least for us in the northern hemisphere). For those of us in New England this week, we’ve been watching the temperatures climb into the 90’s. So, as we all try to cool […]
The Shapes of Portland
This week, I’m enjoying a plein air painting week in New Hampshire. This means I’m painting outdoors, in the open (plein) air, which will hopefully be sunny and fair. Forecast has been good so far. I’m setting up on street corners and benches, trying to find ways to put the three-dimensional views into an 11 […]
Picking Plums
On a child’s level, the general chaos of the world increases. Take a supermaket. My youngest, O, stands level with the conveyor ramp. Down at his eye level, everything changes. Here on the same plane as knees and thighs and crotches, you feel the sudden ugliness of the world. At three feet, you know most […]
A Three Cup Day
My youngest’s favorite book last year was discovered through Reading Rainbow. A Three Hat Day told the story of a man who, having lost his parents, filled his days collecting hats. Some sad days he wore two hats. But, then came a day so dreary and impossible, he layered three hats, one on top of […]
