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

creative communities

photo of Rock by Warren Ahmed Vivian I don't think other artists think as cynically I do in such matters, but I'm a person who believes the dairy queen and macdonald's and ruby's roadhouse and the decorations in the yard are as much culture as is the a.g.o, which means that culture was here before…

The Terrible Sea

Painting becomes repugnant sometimes so I pull back guiltily, socialize, take to the roads. I seek out those I love, I look about, play guitar like a ne'r do well. I clean up the hard drives, ditch redundant files. There's a cafe I like in a little city down the highway. There I can catch…

Cowboy Songs

rodeo in town silver buckles and a turquoise sky and a smoky pickup waiting in line and the ring would be dusty- ah but they'd be hosing her down... too hot too see you and the rodeo's in town. Well the buffalo roam these plains in back of burger vans and dream catchers glitter under…