Christina and Gus

Oil on Canvas, 72"x54".

This painting was completed in August of 2013. I recently had some paintings professionally photographed, so I can finally post this painting.

Detail:

I Can't Explain These

About six weeks ago I drew this in a new sketchbook (gray paper!) with some new Faber-Castell Pitt Pens:

Then I did this one:

And then came more:

Sketchbook Self Portraits

This week I decided to dip back in to the sketchbooks again. I realized I've done an awful lot of drawings of myself over the years, almost always as some sort of cartoon or distortion. So here are a few.

I can remember what I was thinking when I drew some of them, some I have no idea. The drawings below are separated by several years, but seem to hang together thematically.

This was a vague idea for a comic starring my dad and I. He passed away when I was 11, so I tend to always see him as 44 and myself as a young kid.

Old me:

Now some random finds:

Mitch

A painting I finished last year. 84"x48", oil on canvas. The figure is my friend and former professor, Mitch.

 In this painting, Mitch is standing in the doorway to his office. I had been wanting to paint a life size figure, but the figure ended up being almost an afterthought. I was drawn to this view of his office space, particularly the jumble of objects and the postcards on the wall (all of which have aged faded to some version of the same cerulean tone).

Reification Strategy

I've been spending studio time the last few years trying to figure out painting.

Oil on linen. Approximately 36"x24". As someone who feels compelled to paint representationally in the 21st century, it modes of representation sometimes rear their heads in my thinking. So in this self-portrait I set up a triangle of direct observation (self-portrait), photography as mimesis (the trompe l'oeil photo of my deceased father) and mechanical reproduction of an image originally made as a painting of a directly observed object (print of one of Rembrandt's late self-portraits). Every time I paint representationally I struggle with the problem of this old technology and how can it carry meaning in a way that is physically embodied in the paint.
And of course I still struggle mightily with technical issues, trying to have some kind of compelling surface emerge.

Old Buildings and Moldy Paper

On Sunday I took a drive down to the annual Canadaigua Comic Con, organized and presented by the formidable Mike, proprietor of the fine comics retailer Pulp Nouveau Comix. The show was at the Inn on the Lake, overlooking Canandaigua lake.

It's a fun show with a handful each of retailers and independent creators. I've exhibited in the past and will again in the future.

I raided the 50cent boxes for some old comics whose pages pages I will tear out and turn into paintings. (Watch this space for those).

From there I drove up the street to the Pulp Nouveau store to pay a visit to erstwhile clerk, musician and artist Ben Morey.

Pulp Nouveau is located right on Main St., two doors down from the old Coyotes Den. Coyotes Den was the game/collectibles shop owned and operated by my old friend Travis.

Travis passed away in 2008 from complications resulting from cancer. For years I only ever went to Canandaigua to visit Travis. Now it's strange to visit this street, his absence is somehow palpable.

In fact, I get the disconcerting feeling that the street is very concrete, but I'm not quite solid. Sort of like a piece of wind floating around.

Lastly, I turned on to rte 21 to drive 20 minutes north to Palmyra, where I was staying for the weekend.

The drive goes past route 90 and Hill Cumorah. It also passes an abandoned school that caught my attention.

Decay and wear always seem to invent their own history.

Somehow, after driving this route many times over the last ten years, I noticed this tiny cemetery for the first time.

And the field beyond.

 Then back home.