would most likely call what i am feeling “post-partum depression”, and indeed i am somewhat depressed this afternoon. some of it can be blamed on the weather– it has been doom and gloom for a few days on the island, thunder-boomers everywhere, the early hours dark enough to be night, punctuated by the sharp pocketa-pocketa of approaching rain and then the gargoyles of heaven sluice down a heavy pounding– hard to just call it “rain”, as the streets are quickly alive with gushing tendons of water. it all happens as quickly as this run-on sentence you just read.taco 84“down in the black gang” is how i have described my feelings the last couple of weeks– i have felt like one of those guys shovelling coal into the flaming maw of a ship’s boiler, oily skin covered with a thick layer the color of jet. the weather has been hot and dense and slippery with sweat, making the wearing of clothes uncomfortable and itchy. after my morning walkabout, sometimes dancing between the raindrops to avoid  becoming drenched, i have been mostly trapped inside my house, painting. painting painting painting painting painting painting painting. that or staring at the painting. glaring at the painting. then back to it for a while and then looking at it once again, trying to assess just how much good i was doing. taco 88but somewhere in there the magic slowly slid in– it began when i figured out just how the shadow from the awning above the triciclo fell on the  ground, and suddenly i was right down into it again, after so damn long– i was once more confident, and the inner query of “what do i do next?” no longer elicited a cold shiver, but rather i knew what it had to be. that patch of dirt i had finally realised couldn’t be green but brown turned out to include both colors. the faces of the figures in the shadows and light suddenly sprang out, they just had to be that way– and there!! and there!! and– there!! i worked so fast i painted the woman in the foreground’s right arm as sliding behind the triciclo, and as i hurriedly changed it back i found even more depth in the way her body curled and formed the posture. i had thought the tree finished, but i ended up putting in three different colors on the trunk and then two more on the flowers and another couple on the leaves. more color in the grass– a pale whitish green– and the shadow the tree threw down upon it as well.taco 93and then, just like one of those flat earth society ships that reaches the end of the map i fell off– the piece had been signed and, for all intents and purposes, finished. after this i noodled around with it some, but since yesterday in the late morning there has been nothing forthcoming. i think i am done. hence my little “down mood” today– well, that and the draggy weather of course. i have yet to take the actual finished shots of the piece, will wait for a few days and especially a little better ambient light, so i can capture it a little bit better.


and then it is on to the next thing i suppose– i have several projects i want to pursue. gotta shoot the pix for the new tiny drumfish design and do the posts, but that will come in time. i have a special order for a clownfish that i have not done, really preparing myself for it. and then there is a grotesque– i spoke of gargoyles up above, and just read a book that involved carving them, or rather, grotesques– apparently it is called a gargoyle only if it is used to conduct and spew water, but i have a hankering to do some stone cutting again, a big yearning. first, i suppose, i need some stone…….



WON’T TAKE IT!!”– or perhaps better written as “we seem to have hit a reef!!”. it was some time ago that last i wrote a blog, and it is just about time, don’t you think? now, where was i?…..taco 63oh yeah, “taco 63”– “taco” being my shorthand for the name of this painting, which would actually be “taqueria movil”– “mobile taqueria”.

now, part of the reason i haven’t written in some time is that i was plain busy, diving. diving diving diving diving diving– you get the picture. so much nitrogen in the bloodstream and brain that it sortuv co-opted my thinking for quite some time. but the worst of it is that it really removed me from my painting, all those tonal progressions, and slowly the piece began to get less and less familiar and difficult to connect with– i lost track of where i was going with it in a mental sense–you can take that however you want!!

when i finally started to get a wee snisket of time for myself, i had some jewellery orders and the like, but really i had become frightened of what seemed to me to be an opaqueness in my thinking about the piece. so i began to break it up into smaller parts and try to work on it that way.taco 67i painted the guy in the foreground, beginning with his shirt and then continuing on with the other member of the foreground, the woman. it was slow going, i had to pick my way along, unsure of where i was headed at times, but getting some good stuff here and there. i started and stopped, started and stopped, and really i DID have a lot of orders with the jewellery to do, so in the meantime i brought my new pieces there to fruition– first the 3-D trunkfish and then my big manta ray pendant these are both excellent pieces and i feel very good about the work i did on them, bringing them to a finished state.grand manta ray3D trunkie reverse 1


and now, WATCH OUT FOLKS!!– as soon as i can figure out a away to photograph them, i shall be producing pages and posts on my brand new TINY DRUMFISH DESIGN– it truly IS tiny, and a whole saga in the making as well– a tale of toil and terror and a lot of sore fingertips!!

but that’s a whole separate barrel of monkeys– today i wish to write about my painting and how i am continuing to work on it, despite all the struggling and seeming painting in the dark you might say. i puddled around with the piece, and slowly there was a tiny bit of light at the end of the tunnel, it would seem. i began to see the things that i DIDN’T like about the work, first the dirt area where most of the background figures sit or stand (do you see the dark silhouette of someone behind the woman in the foreground? it’s become a habit of mine to put such a figure into some of my paintings.taco 79but the ground was not a brown i decided– it had to be more green and grey and fit in with the grassy area, and this worked too. now i am starting to add the light areas in the dirt, once more having to experiment and see how it goes, adding and subtracting the shadows all over the place, really in search of arriving where i once was– with a full idea of what is going on in the painting. keep your fingers crossed for me, please–this could be one of my very best if i can only find myself again.morning glory 2013 acrylic 23X60My beautiful picture

and now for some fond farewells– my friends manny and sharon were down to dive this last week, but also to pick up a sculpture they wanted– “water” has been with me for a quarter century plus now, and it is like a good friend who moves away. i know she is going to a great home though, and i plan on visiting her in the not too distant future.

and then in a surprise move, my friends brian and tina, also down to dive, told me they wanted my most recent painting– “morning glory”– i had to hustle around to create a packing tube for it, and was once more a little sad to see it go– i have been enjoying the way the light plays over it during the day, but these people are not too far away, and i think they will see me on their doorstep before too long as well.

i thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your support and praise– i am humbled by it all.