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December 11th, 2010

The Devils Blue
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The Story

These are the next two paintings in the devil series. That's right, this auction is for both of the paintings that you see here. There is no big back story on these two. Just that I was working away on the series and these two were sitting next to each other on the table drying and they looked like the belong together. So, you could say they were born this way. Anyway, here are The Devils Blue.
... Enjoy!    

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October 15th, 2010

I Am Drawing The Line Now #9

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I have settled into this wonderful chair for the evening and I am hoping that the words that fall off my fingertips are better that the thoughts that are swirling around up top. The last six (or more) weeks have not been right. Where there was motivation, there is now apathy and where there is apathy there is not much else.  

I am drawing the line here. I am drawing the line now.

Did I tell you that she bought me this chair? She has connections and knows people and snuck it into the house when I was away and everyone should be so lucky to write from chairs like this and without her I know I would have given up on all this long ago and it isn't just the chair but it is everything else over the years that kept the words and paints moving and it is because of her that I am drawing the line here and now and tomorrow when I awake she will be there and the apathy will be gone.   

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August 13th, 2010

I'm Not An Expert

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Another devil. This time it is on a wood veneer wallcovering with a square pattern in it. I have to be honest. I love wood. Especially, acrylic paint on wood. I have to be honest about something else as well... I love the Devil linocut series. I know, I'm not supposed to say that about my own artwork but it's true. There is something fun about painting the devil like this with bright colors, blue lips and a solitary colorful tree and it reminds me that it a good place to be in life that you can do exactly what you feel like doing and it is OK and heck, maybe even someone smiles along the way. Can't beat it. So, with that, a portrait of the devil with blue lips, on wood veneer with a single, solitary tree that I would love to fall asleep under.

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August 11th, 2010

I'm Not An Expert
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This painting has undergone three complete transformations. Under this painting is another painting and under that painting is another painting and if you look closely (it is hard to see in the scan) you can see hints of the underpainting showing through. I suppose the same thing could be said about each one of us, although, I would guess there are many more layers and I suppose each one of those layers still show though at different times. That is just my guess but I'm not an expert. I'm just a painter. Either way, there is a message in all of this and tonight it just seems sufficient to let it be what it is and for all of us to find our own reflection in it... Enjoy!    


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August 10th, 2010

On A Pole Out By The Lake
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I remember when I was young
my parents rented a cottage on a
small lake up North and
there was a pole in the back yard
out by the lake
that was covered in fish skulls and
I think the house was red or white but
I don't remember who was all there or
what was said or who did what or
where we all slept but 
the only thing I remember
for certain
the tall pole covered in the
skulls of dead fish
down by the lake.


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July 26th, 2010

It Doesn't Have To Be About The Notes Or The Words
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This is another one of those paintings that doesn't need a story. It's OK for these to stand on their own once in a while isn't it? Yeah, I think so too. So, let me ask you, Oh where has your little dog gone? ... Enjoy!


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July 13th, 2010

I Can No Longer Count On One Hand
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It is warm and a breeze is coming through the window and I am listening to The Basketball Diaries and it is Father's Day and I can no longer count on one hand how long it has been since I have spoken with him.

When I was young I kept striking out in baseball so he drilled a hole through a baseball and then ran a rope through the hole and tied a knot to keep the ball from falling off. He would swing the rope around and around and I would stand just outside of the arc with my bat and take swings at the ball as it passed by. Later that year I hit a home run and the ball landed on the hood of a car on the other side of the fence.

Out the window I can hear my neighbors air conditioner running non-stop even though they are gone for the week and someone else mows their yard on a diagonal to make it look nice and and it is Father's Day and I can no longer count on one hand how long it has been since I have spoken with him.



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June 8th, 2010

Did I Tell You Already?
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My face turns red when I drink. Of course, last night there was a large group of people so I drank more than usual and the night before that was the same thing and for a moment I found myself alone at a table and there was a hum of conversation floating above all of our heads and I looked into the distance and thought about things and sipped at my beer and maybe even gave the illusion that I had wanted to be alone at the table with my beer and my thoughts but it wasn't the case. I imagined the small talk taking place and there were tables with laughter and tables with quiet discussion and tables with everything in between and at my table was a discussion of one and then she sat down and smiled and started talking and she saved me and did I tell you that my face turns red when I drink?

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June 4th, 2010

A Meeting Between Time, An Object, A Moment And You
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Those where the years when I just wanted to leave. There was a world to see but I was still in school and I was sure that the rest of the world was spinning around while I rotted away in a little lower class suburb in West Michigan figuring out what everything was about and where I fit into it. It was around this time that I discovered painting, writing and Tropic of Cancer. There are moments in your life when the timing of discovery could not be more perfect. As if a meeting had been arranged by someone between time, an object, a moment and you and it comes together and moves you through your current place in life. I drank in Tropic of Cancer in a few days and then started it right over and read it again in a few days. I still have the original copy that I read way back then. Somehow, over the years, the first 10 pages have gone missing, the covers is ripped and thumbsucked and as I skimmed through the remaining pages and randomly sampled paragraphs and sentences, I decided that I am going to work on turning the rest of the pages of this same book into my own work of art as a tip of that hat to those days and these words and here it continues with page 61. So, with that here is #7 of the series and it will be complete when there are no more pages left...Enjoy! 

 .... Enjoy! 

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June 3rd, 2010

The Minutes Walk By Like Strangers In A Dream
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It was warm and sunny and
we sat out back drinking 
bottles of champagne at
two in the afternoon
in between pours
the bottles sat in a big bucket of ice water to
keep it true and
after a long summer pull on her glass
she leaned back in her chair and
mentioned how nice it felt to be 
wrapped in the sun and
I knew what she meant and
I felt the same way and
we talked and poured and
talked and all the other things that you do on
days like these and
wrapped in sun.

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