Friday, April 21, 2017

Where's The Downhill Portion of the Learning Curve?

Only about a page and a half of edit notes to go through.

Glass Hunter

Pro tip: You can get used art cheaper than new glass. I scoured the thrift stores and scored some sweet motel art. The harvested glass will find new life in my monotonous monochromatic paintings.

Analog Man in a Digital World

Once again the studio couch proves its value as I map out the book. To think I wasn't even allowed to sit on this front room couch as a child.

Friday, April 14, 2017

The Bane of My Existence

When framing it is imperative to maintain a clean, highly organized work space. 

Do  as I say, not as I do.

Framed paintings piling up.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Nice View

The reward for hauling a trailer to the top of a mountain was the panoramic view. Unfortunately the view was often obscured by clouds.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

The Nasty Bits

As I begin the process of frame recycling and selection I reach the inescapable conclusion: I'm gonna need a bigger couch.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Get Your Kicks

Corvette at Joliet

No study of pre-Interstate Highway System travel (yes, that's what this is) would be complete without some mention of the most famous pre-Interstate highways, namely Route 66 and the Lincoln Highway. They were neither romantic nor nostalgic when we drove on them. They were simply the line (not straight) between two points. I have two clear recollections of traveling on Route 66. The first involved trying to sound out the word ALBUQUERQUE with amusing results. The second was traveling alone with my Father in the middle of the night. I was my job to keep him awake. I was listening to Wolfman Jack (before I knew who he was) on the radio. He was doing a bit about an elf or something climbing up on the bridge of your nose and saying the three words you longed to hear: "You're under arrest." We pulled into a truck stop and I got a bottle of root beer. I discovered that root beer tastes really weird at 2 am.

Joliet, Illinois is the place where Route 66 and the Lincoln Highway momentarily followed the same path.