I was reading the first article in Picasso and Portraiture and was reminded that artistic portraiture changed when photography was invented. Photography supplanted painting as the means of supplying true likenesses of patrons who wished to preserve their likenesses. This freed painters to imbue their portraits with more expression, since they were no longer constrained […]
It feels good to get back to abstraction. I have some vague notions of images I want to reveal, but no real pictures that I want to transcribe from inside my head. The watercolor below is a start.
I like the contrast between the white and the gray; the white-edged gray clouds with the blue sky; the big sky with the small strip of land.
Recovery is a long process, sometimes. Here is a representation of someone in the midst of a feverish episode.
I dream repeatedly about a place where I formerly worked. There were two buildings separated by a driveway that led to an open courtyard. In my dream there was a wall of ocean water between the buildings with killer whales thrashing about.
Lately it is difficult to distinguish between normal aches and pains and the pains that will only increase with the onset of decrepitude. Is my arm pain related to my back? Pinched nerve? Arthritis? Worse? Is this a harbinger of what is to come?
This is my impression of the inside of someone who doesn’t feel well. Could be a stuffy head, wicked cough and a sore throat.
Usually, taking pills is no big deal. However, it does take on special significance under certain conditions. For example, doctors have determined that treatment of certain diseases require a cocktail of pills to be given with precise timing. Less drastic, but other very important schedules of pill administrations include antibiotics. When a doctor decides that […]
I almost didn’t post this composition. I wasn’t comfortable with it. But I’m not comfortable with heartburn either.