It Started With A Couple Of Cows

Number 1. It started with a couple of cows...

Number 2. Then I got a sip of random color.  

Number 3.   Then, I obviously got completely color drunk.  I don't like how the orange and yellow are competing with the cows!  And what is with the hills?  They are lined up like yummy piroshki.  

Number 4.  All the color is still there now tempered with complimentary colors.  However, the sky and water are too close in value.  It looks like day. 

Number 4.  Too much noise.

Last one?..   Perhaps…  The cows are again the interest point, and the spooky nightscape feel is back.    Yes, "nightscape" is a word, though spell check is whining terribly.   

I just drove back from L.A.  I spent hours on Highway 5 looking at the crazy shadows on the golden hills.  Those shadows do unexpected things.  They seem to defy logic.  So of course the loaves had to go.

Cigarettes: Hopefully A Future Relic From The Past

Modern Pop Show going up in April in Alameda at the Gary Francis Gallery.  

"Last One"

"Party of One"

"Vacation"

Reworking of "Couples Therapy"
Here it is in a desired "Philip Guston phase, which is probably more of a R. Crumb phase. 

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I almost posted the cows.  They are still not ready.  I am tweaking.  

Have a great weekend!  I am off to LA, with child, dog and husband to check on mom.  

Eyes As Big As Plates

I thought this was neat.

In a joint venture they call Eyes as Big as Plates, artists Riitta Ikonen and Karoline Hjorth take inspiration from Scandinavian mythology, dressing an expressive cast of senior citizens in costumes borrowed from nature. According to Ikonen, the project is "inspired by the romantics' belief that folklore is the clearest reflection of the soul of a people."

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I Fell Off The Face Of The Earth

We had a family crisis.  I got married in October.  (And no, that wasn't the crisis).   It was my mom, Mildred.  The day after the wedding she had a stroke.  It was lucky that even though she lives in Mar Vista she was at my house because of the wedding.  So she wasn't alone, thank Buddha!

The best news is that except for being a little more absent minded, Mildred is otherwise back to normal.   She isn't suppose to drive and for a hardcore Angeleno that is an almost impossible thing to accept.  However, Mom is an amazingly resilient woman.  I took her home to Mar Vista last month.  I spent a couple of weeks getting her set up with a care taker, named Edith, and a cute little rescue dog named Maggie!

Here's the dog formerly known as Bianca  ( Bianca was too hard for mom to remember).   

As for me,   I'm back in the studio!

There have been a lot of dramatic changes at the studio and in me.  Every spare inch of the place has been made into more studio space including the  "kitchen."  Long time tenants have moved out.  New people are in.    And the people that are still left from days of old don't recognize me.  I have been gone that long.  My hair is even long.  Makes me  feel a bit like I am Rip Van Winkle!


So, I took it a bit slow.   I reworked some old things last week, cigarettes for a show in Alameda.

This week it's been cows.  I love cows.  For some reason that was hard to admit.  I wonder how many other people love cows and can't admit it.

Pictures to follow.