Immersed in Motherwell

"Immersed in Motherwell"

Oil on Wood

10"X8"

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To be in a room full of Motherwells with a favorite friend on an October afternoon is deeply satisfying.  "Between Life and Death: Robert Motherwell's Elegies in Bay Area Collections" is perfectly presented in Gallery 11 at the de Young Museum. Apt title, "Between Life and Death." Pretty much sums up where we all are.

September Sky

"September Sky"

Oil on Wood

12"X12"

Our sky has been putting on a light show these last weeks, only slightly mitigating the sadness that comes with seeing summer slip away.

Enthralled By Frankenthaler

"Enthralled By Frankenthaler"

Oil on Wood

10"X10"

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Visiting the De Young Museum never fails to reveal something new. This time it was Helen Frankenthaler's, "Crusades" holding its own in a room full of Diebenkorns.  The orange, the green, and all that is unseen just below the surface drew me in, as did the man with his bright blue bag slung across his back, who stood transfixed for a long time taking it all in.

Less is more. 

John McPhee's New Yorker masterpiece, "Omissions" is all about editing. He writes about writing, but what he says could be applied to all art, and to life, for that matter.  What is essential? We all have a lot to learn. Read to the end. 

Between Sea and Sky

"Between Sea and Sky"

Oil on Wood

24"X24"

This is a better photograph of yesterday's painting. And for those of you to whom this is delivered directly into your e-mail, it should arrive without ads.  Little improvements make big differences.
I reached an actual person by telephone at Feedblitz, the blog delivery people. There is nothing like old technology to get things right.

Between Sea and Sky

"Between Sea and Sky"

Oil on Wood

24"X24"

Calm resides somewhere in between, where words don't tread. 

Sonoma Summer Sunset

"Sonoma Summer Sunset"

Oil on Wood

12"X12"

Peace and quiet and beauty beyond words.

August Still

"August Still"

Oil on Wood

12"X12"

Not a breath of air on an August afternoon. The world stood still as boats floated by in slow motion going nowhere. I was exactly where I wanted to be. In my rowboat, party of one watching the day unfold.