oil on linen, 46 x 26, studio inventory.
Venus was the most beautiful baby born, but she was cursed in two ways: First, no one knew who her father was, her mother deftly convincing the village that the father was Zeus. The second curse was that she was indeed beautiful. She drew looks of appraisal and sometimes envy from everyone she passed. But she felt tremendous shame because she thought they were staring at her because of her illegitimacy. Read more ...
I did this concept sketch in about 30 seconds, the final painting is very close to it.
Decades ago at 2:30 a.m. on a back street in La Jolla, I was arrested driving my mom’s ’68 Firebird 400 convertible. I had our tiny mutts Nikki and Dinky as passengers. I was 12 years old. The feeling of driving was incredibly delicious. Riding home in the back of the cop car, I asked the two burly policemen what I did wrong. I obviously didn’t want to make that mistake again. They looked at each other, not sure they should educate me on the rules of the road. It turned out I was driving with the high beams on. After some prodding, they kindly explained what and how they worked.
My feeling for art is a lot like that adventure–it is hot, daring, and a beautiful experience. Read more ...
Signed February 6th, 2018 in my Idyllwild studio.
First work of 2018
Kauai Flowers, oil on panel, 20 x 16 inches, private collection
First painting of 2018. Done in Kauai. The flowers were a table setting from a beautiful New Year's Eve dinner with a few friends. My eye kept returning to the flowers -- not getting enough of the musky colors, the black silk-like space, and the revolving arc of the petals curving from back in space towards us. Like waves of color immersion therapy recharging the soul.
The experience of the sublime is to be looked for in art. Art integrates senses, emotions, and thought. The sublime in art elevates our sensory experience, heightens our emotion and can tap our emotional potential, and furthers our knowledge. The sublime in art can also give us a moral, a stance towards living. At its best, the sublime in art inspires awe in our human potential and gives us a path to evolve as a whole being and as a species.
I grew up on the beach in La Jolla, California. Every day starting as an 11-year-old I played tennis during the day and made art at night. Around this time I felt an overpowering sense of evil and spent a brain-wracking night trying to figure out if the source was within me or outside. Read more ...
These two paintings were my last works of 2017, painted in Kauai between Christmas and New Year's Eve.
My first time painting clouds as the subject. The wet air is quite subtle in hue and tone. The feeling of painting them was a little like flying through space without a plane.
The Journey Home - November 2017
Over 40 pastel landscapes from my journey home. I drove my big paintings to Washington DC for my first solo show there, on the drive back to Idyllwild, CA I drew these pastels landscapes. I will turn a few of them into large paintings.
A decades-old guiding principle for me is to constantly evolve my art either with the idea, method, or emotion. Ideally for large figurative works is to integrate these three things to make something sublime. With smaller works, like these pastels, I focus on fewer things, but still furthering my knowledge and emotional range.
These pastel sketches are exploring method and emotion. Specifically, pastel technique, color harmonies, and the emotions I get from the colors in the landscapes and the colors I create on paper.
oil on canvas, 60 x 46 inches, studio inventory
As a young boy, Icarus had dreams that started with flying inside his bedroom, looking down at the two beds and windows. As he got older the flying expanded beyond his walls to far away countries and beautiful places. He learned from the best flyers how they used light and air currents. He became intoxicated with his capacity for flight. Read more ...
I have learned a great deal from my art student Chan Luu. She is the renowned designer. Abstract realism is something she introduced to me, For an upcoming Fall show at the White Cloud Gallery in Washington, D.C. I am creating a series upclose works.
An exciting thing about being an artist is actively engaging in kinesthesia -- transcribing differing senses into visual terms. In this case flow. I think of flowing water, waves or energy moving in currents over time. Painting is static, it freezes a moment, but I like to think I am capturing something of an ongoing movement.
One of the muses for this project is Georgie Leahy, a lovely person inside and out. She is fearless and will go to the ends of the Earth to make art projects come true.
The model, Katie Bolin, is local to Idyllwild, the land of honey, granite, artists, thinkers, and kind people. She contacted me about making a painting and that she was 8 1/2 months pregnant, and would I be interested? "Yes!" was my reply.
Katie and I discussed beauty and pregnancy, and we came up with this neo-classical pose that reminded me of the Graces from the Renaissance.
When she first posed, I noticed a beautiful blushing quality to her skin, and I am most happy with I think I succeeded in getting that in the painting.
She came with her mate, Ivan Ellirand, a photographer, and he took reference images along with some candid shots in my studio.
What does the sound of the rustling petals look like?
Almost impossible not to thinking of the erotic symbols of an opening the phallic nature of the petals.
A wonderful part of painting is being calmly focused on one brush stroke at a time. A close up of a rose lends itself to this zen-like process.
Unfolding layers of delicate petals
Puccini, pencil on paper, 16 x 19 inches, private collection
This drawing came about from a discussion with a friend about how great a composer Puccini is, and he wanted the original oil painting, which is not available and I offered to draw this based on the 1984 painting. The collector said the drawing brought him to tears. My first work of 2017.
Dancing petals through space leaving shadows behind.
Silly and happy blooms.
La Vie en Rose
oil, 25 x 19 inches, private collection
What a difference a blush makes
oil on canvas, 46 x 42 inches, studio inventory
Before there was the Origin of the World there was man.
Is art about the surface or should it go beyond and uncover layers of intimacy?
An amusing experience about posting nudes on Facebook is that they can be flagged by disgruntled silly people. Apparently, the French government sued Facebook over censoring Courbet's Origin of the World, a nude female figure with her crotch in the center of the composition, on the grounds that it was one of the greatest paintings of Western culture. So anytime I post a frontal nude I include Origin of the World as a reminder to Facebook censors, and I haven't had a problem since.
This painting is also my take on the male version of Origin of World, a relaxed sensual man awaiting his lover and his crotch in the center of the composition. Art experts have a rule about never placing the point of interest in the center. It is actually a good rule especially for beginners, but on a more advanced level of creating art the artist makes his/her own rules. The main compositional rule I have is to paint interesting shapes in the corners.
A painting is of one moment in time, one that I would like to live with for a lot longer. We live with millions of moments the vast majority of them terribly mundane, and if not mundane they can be unfocused feelings of anger, envy, boredom, and etc. Before I start a major painting like Emerging I rack my brain, emotions, imagination, and memories for what moments are the best of the best. I filter out all the shit, and anything that doesn't rise to the level of exceptional.
Emerging is that moment of heightened positive anticipation of a soon to see lover. An unbearably delicious moment.
oil on linen, 42 x 36 inches, White Cloud Gallery inventory
Where does identity end and art begin? Can you look back at a song, movie, or artwork and think about how that work influenced you, how it helped shape who you are? Those influences rarely manifest themselves explicitly, though with tattoos one turns oneself literally into a work of art.