Monday, December 17, 2007

singing clowns

...some more paintings from the
Refugees from the Entrenched Attitude Society show...

..all of these paintings below are very small, from 2 x 2" to 4 x 4" (without the frames)..the frames are from the very awesome Jim at First Street Gallery on Hwy 101 in Encinitas.

9 singing clowns  (these paintings are sold)

All kinds of voices, all types of clowns, can be heard singing in beautiful harmony with reckless abandon. Their power is in numbers. This is only a few, but there are many and the numbers are growing. The Entrenched Attitude Society has placed a fear of them into the minds of many, but they are completely harmless and have only good intentions.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Bob the Manic

...another painting from the
Refugees from the Entrenched Attitude Society show...

24x36", oil on canvas

Bob the Manic - He’s called Bob the Manic around town. He’s a people person, but is cast out by the Society because he talks to himself out loud. If you get him started, he will go off.
And he’s always spot on

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

before and after

…and to think…

…seems like only yesterday when I was questioned by the FBI for taking pictures of Camp Pendleton out my car window…

Camp Pendleton from the car window on Hwy 5
January 2005

Camp Pendleton from the car window on Hwy 5
November 2007

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving

another painting from my
Refugees from the Entrenched Attitude Society show...

30 x 40", oil on canvas

Cornucopia Head

She is incredibly inspired by sound and music, and can sing like it’s flowing through her. Nothing can hold this back.
If you listen, you can see it happening.

(listen to Loop!Station to get the music she is inspired by)

Friday, November 9, 2007

Another Self

this painting can be seen among the 30 works at my solo show at Art Slave gallery, Refugees from the Entrenched Attitude Society...
opening reception Saturday, November 10th, 7pm - midnight

16 x 20", oil on board

Self Portrait with Dream-to-Voice-Box Device

I have developed this device over time, but sometimes it malfunctions. There are so-called glitches. But sometimes those lead to something unexpected and exciting, so I haven’t bothered to mess with it.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Fires in San Diego

across the street from home:
driving in Encinitas:
afternoon at the end of D Street, downtown Encinitas:sunset, Moonlight Beach, Encinitas:
ashes in the air, Moonlight Beach, Encinitas:

Thursday, September 27, 2007


I’ve been working on a lot of new paintings over the past few months for a solo show coming up, and as I’d been working on them, I found myself having a harder time making comments about my older work in hindsight as I have been in my other posts.

And so this begins a new chapter in “A Finished Work in Progress”.

Without it, we cannot truly appreciate or grasp the other…and vice versa. Within it, we can go anywhere, do anything, be anything...
...that's my take, at least.

30"x40" oil on canvas
some details below...

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Self Portrait Underneath

Oil on canvas, 16x20, Spring 2006

This is a self portrait underneath. What I mean to say is…when I started this painting, it was a self portrait. As it progressed, I disliked it more and more. So I ended up scraping it with my palette knife and thought while I was at it, I’d create a cool texture to work on top of for another painting. When I scraped it, I saw different shapes on the canvas that I thought would be fun to paint into. There was a head shape, and a strange stitch in the middle of the forehead. I could vaguely see eyes, a nose, and a mouth, but the features that I could make out were more fantastical in their placement on the head. And there was this neat light on the back of the neck and ears (initially what I was attracted to in painting the self portrait was the lighting behind my ears), and this funky collar shape. So here is the finish. This is what I ended up with. Some people have said it looks like a renaissance alien. Cool. And for some reason, everyone needs to tell me that it doesn’t look anything like me.

I found this definition of the word ‘alien’…
Alien - anyone who does not belong in the environment in which they are found.

As far as what’s underneath the surface of my skin, that definition seems more fitting for the initial painting of what my self portrait was turning out to be. I actually feel like this ‘renaissance alien’ is far closer to who I am than the painting I had scraped that was what most would call a ‘realistic’ rendition of me. Now I wish I had snapped a photo of it before I scraped it so that I could show the before and after, but at the time, that was the furthest from my mind.