A private conversation in a public place was the prompt for this painting. The cropped exit sign, broken Dos Equis bottle, table and chair legs, and more subtle hints throughout, all give hints as to the topic of this conversation.
Heraclitus said we cannot step into the same river twice. We hold on to things as representations of moments, people, places, and past self-images. This fictional, née mythological Atlas Storage facility bears these things we cannot bear to lose.
My go-to bar, Machiavelli’s, sets the stage for one of my favorite local bands, Annabelle’s Curse, cast as Prometheus. Continue reading
Great time painting with my friend Kyle Buckland. Continue reading
On the Creeper Trail in Abingdon, VA.
Painted on the grounds of the William King Museum.
This was yesterday’s painting; I thought I’d whip out a self portrait before my birthday. I pulled out some colors I don’t usually use, starting with Green Earth and some Cobalt Violet Light, Stil de Grain, Lapis Lazuli. All of … Continue reading
The back side of Bristol.
Fast and loose by a babbling brook.