Gods and Foolish Grandeur

Two Mondays ago - the day after my birthday - our dear little dog, Nicholas, started feeling very ill.  We had a few really scary days, goin...

[I don't know where this post comes from.  I don't know what got my thinking moved in this direction, but.... ] I hate guns.  I ha...

Preparing to paint - research, designing, Photoshopping, gridding, drawing - is not painting.  Buying art supplies and attending art openi...

So what happens when my lurking PTSD comes smack up against that of another struggling friend?  No joking matter, that.  It's unexpecte...

Happy birthday to my wonderful wife, G.  A most remarkable person.  I'm so blessed that she loves me so well and - perhaps more import...

Tuesday evening we were in Seattle for the opening of my new show at Winston Wächter, Des jeux sérieux de beauté .  Some serious games of be...

Recently, G and I felt like wallowing in extreme camp and got out our copy of Mommie Dearest ; you'll have to agree that it more than fi...

Yesterday, May 15th, was the seventeenth anniversary of my employment at Powell's Books.  Which is absolutely unfathomable to me.  I can...

I've recently finished the painting that will be used for the invitation to my first solo exhibition at Winston Wächter in Seattle.  Th...

Continuing from my last post, there's an aspect of my - perhaps obscure - argument that I don't think I was really clear about. Not...