Sun Flowers

I haven't posted for a long time. I've written, but haven't posted. I've painted all along. I traveled some. Markets drop. galleries come and go like hype. You scrape along. you know you must be good at what you do cause people ooh and aw when they come into the studio and get a little flustered when…

That Last Picture Show

I had a show in the gallery in my home town last summer. This was gratifying on a lot of levels because it was well receiveded among people who'd known me all my life but had never seen much of my work because I don't show much. I basically deal out the studio door to…

A Regular Dog. A Quick Study

On that walk into town from the ranch in the morning for coffee and supplies I sometimes have what seem to me calm and prescient thoughts. I have pretensions to insight, mostly unutterable in company, but personally informative, guiding me, for better or for worse. Last autumn I was writing about the lad and me…

Hometown Show

Hi.  having a show of paintings in the gallery in my home town, Bancroft, Ontario. That's kind of a trip. There's be some old stuff and some new. The work's mostly figurative, people over the years, personal favorites, new concerns. The show opens on Show opens Wednesday, August 31 and ends on September 25th, 2011…

TIM

My brother wrote this piece a few years ago on another blog. I repost it here fondly. Do You Mind the Time? She was busy and I should have known to wait. “Do you have any gingersnaps, Gramma? Do you have any gingersnaps,” It snapped. It wasn’t the first skite that bounced off this eight…

two men

Two Men Ave maria in some drab cafe Nice snow falling here, did some thinking and writing this afternoon, read through that play again to see if it'd work, figured something out about the beginning and end, which seemed kind of crazy and off putting, need some staging and music... great fun but some serious…

chalk

I recently did a sort of photo-essay for nomorepotlucks.org in Canada, a piece about being a rural artist. While going through photos I was trying to learn the saddest song I ever heard,  Buddy Miller's "Chalk",  playing it over and over with Patty Griffin howling away in the background. I tossed  some photos into software,…

nomorepotlucks

Memory Hoarding: An Interview with Rocky Green Rocky Green | M-C MacPhee here's a link to the photos and the magazine:  rural no.11 here's the text of the interview: M-C MacPhee: Who or what have been some of your most important artistic influences over the years?  Rocky Green: The Canadian painter David Milne for sure.…

rural

Another quiet today so far, soft and gray. I live on one of the prettiest lots in town, by the river and fair quiet, this muggy gray is welcome. I can get out and enjoy. It does not feel extreme. This end of town is  down a gully, none too attractive to development so we avoided…

self portrait (vertigo)

Well there's the sunday put in. Hope yours was good, your evening too. I kept quiet, a little round of village stops and banter. Looked at a large raw work space above a shop and had coffee with my friends at the internet cafe. All very normal and breezy, but feeling like I was ready…

The Vertigo of Liberty

I remember one day in summer nearly ten years ago at my mothers' place, in the late afternoon it must have been, because the rosebush streaming with wild pink roses, the centerpiece of the visual memory,  was in that nearly purple shade you get there on the dark grass  at the lower corner of the…

mask

I'm culling from text I kinda spewed out into the machine while I was out west, there were letters to you in there I never sent for the spaciness of them, but there were descriptions of messages coming down wireless hot spots on isolated highways and such I kept. I'll try and get em to…

long ride home

I have a good friend named Earl I feel I owe a little performance or something to for keeping me company and speaking in images so eloquently. This is really a rough performance, he deserves better. Tune by Patty Griffin, performance by Redneckarts. Drawing of earl from a photo series by  Zoe Gemelli