The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. William Faulkner (1897 – 1962), Interview, 1958 While showing a painting I was asked if I remember…
In having a conversation with Buddhist friends this week, we spoke about awareness. I was relating my thoughts on Sweetness a recent post. This afterthought about that post came to me; true awareness must include all the senses, but also include a sense of the fourth dimension; time. It is a part of the recognition…
October O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all… Robert Frost This image is a detail of a work in progress, still wet on the easel. I painted this en plein air last week with fury at the inadequacy of the…
“What can be said of a society that pays more attention to a chirp from a smart phone than from a bird?” I was in Boston this week helping my nephew replace a door in his home that leads to a small balcony. It is on the second floor so it is at treetop…