This delightful watercolor was inspired by the memory of the solar eclipse last year.
I’m a total urban dweller, so Emerson and Thoreau have always seemed exotic literary hors d’oeuvres, nibbled delights too rich to dine on. Or too crunchy, like a big bowl of Grape Nuts cereal.
And then there’s last summer’s car trip– a drive down to Oregon with countless other astronomy nerds that inexplicably becames something else entirely. I was in a crowd of people, and I could have been completely alone, swept away on gravitational waves.
No Uncommon Destination
22″ x 30″
watercolor on Arches
First let me just say, Pipo is a saint. Pipo is my stepdad.
I remember that when I was a kid, Pipo loved reading graphic novels. I guess my mom was afraid that my brother and I would gravitate towards reading them instead of the classical fare we were encouraged to study instead, so she ridiculed the genre and anyone “low” enough to read them and then she took them from him. That’s right, TOOK them.
Ie…he let her take them from him. I now think peace at any cost is costly indeed, but those 20/20 lenses of revisionism sure are convenient.
Graphic novels are still deeply embedded in popular culture, but additionally are now recognized for the important art form they are.
One of the things that appeals to me about them is the fact that they, like public art, are not exclusive. I think it’s awesome that writers and visual artists can collaborate to bring stories to life for anyone. No exclusions!
How to comprehend the grand scale of the ocean, its depth and mystery, the union of sky and seas?
I was thinking of sailing, going out on the water before dawn and returning past dusk. The colors of the land like a compass of of color to guide me back to solid earth.
36″ x 24″
Oil on canvas
If you’ve ever felt disconnected or alienated, like I have, remembering the interconnection of all humans through Mitochondrial Eve and Y-Chromosomal Adam is a way back to community. The biosphere really neither loses nor gains matter, it is always recycled so in our cells reside stardust and remnants of all life that preceded us. Even when we don’t feel it, it’s always there.
Back Over Our Shouders
24″H x 36″w
oils on canvas
This one has been on my easel for a while. It started out as a meditation on water reflections I was mesmerized by during a hike. Then as I was looking at a map of where I’d been, it turned into the stripes. Finally the moon, both full and new, emerged with an internal landscape.
The outline of a hiphop dancer evokes the feeling of weightlessness and freedom against the backdrop of a full moon and the stripes of palm fronds against a brightened sky.
12″ x 12″, oils on canvas
Nietszche wrote, “No one can build you the bridge on which you, and only you, must cross the river of life.”
This is what my bridge looks like from the perspective of a drone. The loopy pathway is an apt representation of the meandering course I take, distracted from a straight path by the actual and philosophic reflections on the moving water. That and I don’t know my right from my left…always lose my way!
36″ x 48″
oils on canvas
Chan Chan, a famous song from Cuba, describes a country boy’s journey through life as a passage through the landscape. It is a rustic voyage on foot and by horse. We experience so much of our landscape differently, whizzing through it in cars, trains, planes, or online through apps like Google Earth. Each tempo is a prism that limits or expands our experience of the environment.
Size: 36 H x 24 W
Oils on Canvas
The inspiration behind this painting is a cosmic dance and here the sun and moon equally share the dance floor. My partner and I both studied astronomy in school. Like countless others we drove through the night down to Oregon to see the full solar eclipse last summer.
We slept for a couple of hours in the back of our car, in a crowded parking lot of a Safeway. There were cars from Canada, California, Washington, and Oregon. Each full of excited pilgrims and astronomy nerds, waiting for totality.
The eclipse was an ecstatic moment, a true aesthetic experience full of sweetness and wonderment. But it was the shadow bands streaking across the floor that made my heart spin and leap like a leaf caught in a whirlwind.
‘Neath That Sugar Moon
Size: 36 H x 24 W
Oil on canvas
And then there’s Brimful of Asha (White Face). Because opposites qualify each other– black and white. Just a tom peeking at you with a Bollywood tune on my mind.
26″h x 22″w
Mixed media on paper
This is a fun, pop image, and I hope it evokes a feeling of joy, like a kid playing hide and seek in the garden.
Asha is a famous Bolliwood singer, who while remaining behind the scenes, brings joy and hopefulness to millions through her music.
I think of the countless cultivars in our environments as bringing nature’s hope and song into urban spaces.
I paint my pixilated eyes and tree reflections flashing past a window. A puckish tom providing a peek at another landscape.
Oils on canvas
36″h x 24″w