“Ocean Crag” pictured in stages. Oil on canvas, 16″ by 20.”
“Loomings” is the title given this now completed painting, shown below in various work in progress stages. The piece is 24″ x 36″ x 1&1/2″. For the first time, I used Lukas Berlin “Water Mixable Oil Colour” paints. I did not mix in any water. Though I have wall-hung the painting, the paint is still […]
All work is work in progress. Never finished. Brought to a close. Ready for fashion. Finis. Ready to beginnan. Again. How to? Cover up. Conceal the old. Bury. Build over. Incomplete. Partial, patchy: imperfect.
Water based oils on canvas: 40″ x 30″ x 1&3/4″.
“You are the light of the world.A cityset upon a hillcannot be hidden” (Matthew 5:14). Not to mention something you’ve put up online. What’s posted online can’t be deleted or hidden. That is the poet’s dilemma, who craves publication but still has changes, or will have. But that is only a matter or problem of […]
Geomicrobiologists now claim life underground exceeds in size, diversity, and span life above ground. What is life? It might be easier to simply say Earth is alive, all of it, including the rocks. And does extraterrestrial life exist? Well, we exist, we think. It now appears planets are living beings. Universe is alive. And that’s […]
Portlanders love to sit out. At sidewalk cafes, outside pubs, in their yards or drives. On porches, decks, balconies. In parks. On special occasions, neighbors will close their street to cars so they can sit out in the middle of the block at improvised tables in whatever chairs seem to turn up. The atmosphere of […]
On the table a yellow bowl green apple red pear fuzzy pink peach blue-green ba nana All as verbless as the bibelots all in nice rows of yore Nana’s touchless glassed shelf.
One advantage of painting over writing, there needn’t be words. Where is there writing without words? I want to read that.
Sentence lines to right, rounds first, and pauses, runs on, and Comma throws short relay to Dash – who looks Sentence back to first, running the ball into the infield, Sense feels his way to the mound, one on, nobody out, in the bottom half of the first.