I am working on some acrylic abstracts for the Coho show. Each of these canvases is 22 x 24 inches, and there will be five in this format. On a weekend with a sick child and the furnace going out (it was 7 degrees out that night!), it feels so good to lose myself in paint.

I am working on some acrylic abstracts for the Coho show. Each of these canvases is 22 x 24 inches, and there will be five in this format. On a weekend with a sick child and the furnace going out (it was 7 degrees out that night!), it feels so good to lose myself in paint.

I think today’s weather would be called a blizzard. Yes it’s cold and snowy, but that wind! Anyway, yesterday I posted a mermaid… Today, here’s a merman. I thought he was interesting… the fish eye, the fin on the head…

Today I’ll start getting a show of paintings ready to hang at Coho Cafe in a week or two. Then I’ll be showing there again in August. I want to make this show very different from what I’ve shown there in the past. Whimsical. It’s always colorful, of course.

I’m thinking happy thoughts on a brutal day.

I think today’s weather would be called a blizzard. Yes it’s cold and snowy, but that wind! Anyway, yesterday I posted a mermaid… Today, here’s a merman. I thought he was interesting… the fish eye, the fin on the head…

Today I’ll start getting a show of paintings ready to hang at Coho Cafe in a week or two. Then I’ll be showing there again in August. I want to make this show very different from what I’ve shown there in the past. Whimsical. It’s always colorful, of course.

I’m thinking happy thoughts on a brutal day.

Today I painted mermaids. They’re watercolor and ink again… quick sketches. Sometimes when I look out over Lake Superior or even some of the inland lakes, I see a wave appear. I don’t know what’s lurking just below the surface. The Loch Ness monster? A mermaid? The underwater world is a magical place to me. Impossible for me to inhabit. So I peer into opaque blue water and wonder. Afraid to dangle my toe for fear of what might live there. Of course this time of year the inland lakes are frozen. The ice is compromised and will soon give way once again to open water.

Today I painted mermaids. They’re watercolor and ink again… quick sketches. Sometimes when I look out over Lake Superior or even some of the inland lakes, I see a wave appear. I don’t know what’s lurking just below the surface. The Loch Ness monster? A mermaid? The underwater world is a magical place to me. Impossible for me to inhabit. So I peer into opaque blue water and wonder. Afraid to dangle my toe for fear of what might live there. Of course this time of year the inland lakes are frozen. The ice is compromised and will soon give way once again to open water.

I just wanted to post a couple of the paintings that I have on display at The Pie Place in Grand Marais. The first is acrylic on paper, and the second is acrylic on wood. These are two of ten paintings hanging in the restaurant, five are on paper, five on wood.

I just wanted to post a couple of the paintings that I have on display at The Pie Place in Grand Marais. The first is acrylic on paper, and the second is acrylic on wood. These are two of ten paintings hanging in the restaurant, five are on paper, five on wood.

The following is an exerpt from a poem I wrote when I found out my mother had cancer back in 1998:

As a child on vacation,
I had to endure many hours on the road.
Mom always told me to lie down and go to sleep,
and when I woke up, maybe we’d be at Grammy’s house.
I wonder if that is what it’s like to die?
When we wake up, we’ll be at Grammy’s.
The journey passes with our father at the wheel.
Our only job is to rest while he takes care of us.

The following is an exerpt from a poem I wrote when I found out my mother had cancer back in 1998:

As a child on vacation,
I had to endure many hours on the road.
Mom always told me to lie down and go to sleep,
and when I woke up, maybe we’d be at Grammy’s house.
I wonder if that is what it’s like to die?
When we wake up, we’ll be at Grammy’s.
The journey passes with our father at the wheel.
Our only job is to rest while he takes care of us.