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a few months ago, some friends of mine brought me a little maquette of marilyn monroe. a local artist had made it for them, but obviously he was not aware of the iconography of the image, and he had subsequently left the country. they asked me if i could do something with it, and so […]

or “TMOAAP”, as i have come to refer to it, is moving along. glacially at times, with not a little tension, but i continue to make progress. since this was not my first foray into aspen paintings or even aspen drawings, i decided that i wanted to do it with some different techniques– the last

well, “natasha” is all done, and i left the signature where it was– i was satisfied with how it looked. this would be the official pic here. then came a long patch of other stuff– i have been diving quite a bit these last couple of months, with my “sharkbaiter” group, a bunch of people

even “the gorgon”– someone expressed the opinion that this painting reminded her of this mythical person. i can see the resemblance, really, especially as the curls in the hair began to attain a somewhat serpentine movement and volume. plus, the subject of this piece could certainly turn me to stone with just a look. i

or as siggy freud might have pondered– “is this just a cigar or what??”– but more on that later. here’s a picture of my finished painting, which i like a great deal. had an official unveiling to good reviews. BUT!!– being a typical artist, it was on to “the next thing”, as, when something is

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

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?…..oh yeah, “taco 63”– “taco” being my shorthand for the name of this painting, which would actually

i put this image up on my photobucket site and my friend glen asked me for a translation of what it said, his translation via computer being a little inaccurate. i dashed off a quick reply and received from him for my troubles a quote from the belle epoch french novelist mentioned in the title

or perhaps “ramblin’ man” would have been as apropos as this to begin. i like to walk, and i see a lot of what is happening on the island, a lot of the day to day changes in what is happening here– even though you may not think it, living here, things DO change. i

a blog coming on”, as i remarked to a friend in an email just this morning– and i can!! it’s been fulminating in my mind for a few days now, and so i begin. we’re approaching the end of the year here, and besides christmas this is also the time to begin thinking about carnava’l–

stepping away from the safe cocoon of being inert, taking the first step onto the tightrope, beginning to draw back the already taut bowstring where my comfort zone was– it can certainly be daunting. frightening, even. i have done this so many times, but the stage fright inherent in really beginning a new piece just

— cuz that’s what i have been doing of late. before i made my recent trip up to colorado i ordered in a negative reader– something i can put all my old analog slides and negs into and digitise the images, making it possible for me to reproduce older images, and if i find enough

seemingly spiralling away into infinity before me, or perhaps more apropos, the vortex in a toilet bowl. at least, that’s about what it seemed to me. early the morning after the wedding i began separating the wheat from the chaff– winnowing down some 550 images, and ending up with a mere– MERE!!– few less than

the morning of the wedding. i woke up in a tent, smelling of woodsmoke. first time camping in some years– i was a little cold, but sweaty for some reason. slowly that sun came out and we all got up and started a fire and had some coffee and warmed up a little bit. beautiful

or “from here to there and back again” to plagiarise a famous author. i guess i should also adend that with the note that this is really “take 2”– i got about 600 words into the first attempt before i just gave it up, unhappy with my results. i pray there is no need for