Spelling

well I have always been dedicated to the accidental, the happenstance, the least egregious way to make the work, and I am usually rewarded when I look at them when I wake in the morning or the afternoon when I get up.  Now when I write about them, I often get mixed up in spelling things, I don't know why or how but the words all turn into some complex chalkboard, with strange equations done in hieroglyphs 

Now I can often look things up on the computer and fix the spelling yet I often don't wanna do that.  I want the painting to all be soaked in accident and the most amature of tools and so I don't wanna correct spelling and change the words I use. I don't want to order them, to present  a shiny thing  of gallery standing.  At least that is how I feel a bunch of the time.

I'm Back!

So where have I been?  Well, about three years ago my laptop crashed and I couldn't process any photos of my paintings.  I got sick of trying to figure out my laptop so I went back to just painting.  Which was actually kind of heaven.  There was an ancient Chinese scholar who said the struggle between for and against is the mind's worst disease.

Finally I got a new computer which has taken me almost a year to figure out.  But I really missed all of you.  I loved the comments that you left and the discussions that would happen.  That all made me really happy.  So here are a couple new watercolors that I hope you'll enjoy.

 

Even if you don't enjoy them, I'd still love to hear from you.

gertrude stein

I love reading Mohammed Mrabet, Henry Miller, Gertrude Stein, and Blaise Cendrars...I simply do not think I've ever come across such brilliant writers again, writers blessed with such honesty, such self-revelations, such interesting mind-meanderings, such an abundance of love, with an understanding of art and its place in the world -a world filled with magical words, fantastic words, words dropped in the most unusual places, and conveying such a sense of wonderment...

I posed for him all winter, eighty times and in the end he painted out the head, he told me he could not look at me anymore and then he left once more for Spain.  It was the first time since the blue period and immediately upon returning he painted the head without having seen me again, and he gave me the picture and I was and still am satisfied with my portrait, for me, it is I and it is the only reproduction of me which is always I, for me.  -G Stein

lacuna

we new still swimming in the warm pool of nothingness

the absence still exists

no metadata transfers from lightroom

to El Capitan

ink bfs rives 11x15 

it is all just a simple jpeg

we will get the orison soon

we must

george Orw -$5 off

I'm still struggling with it

I upgraded to lightroom 6 

I upgraded to OSx Yosemite

Ah 

I still can't get the developed images to transfer

collage rives bfk 11x15