The Boatman Is Waiting

Returning from New York, New Jersey, Baltimore . From the tall Brooklyn brownstones, to the sleepy cornfields of Egg Harbor,down to the old quarters of Arcadia, this winter certainly has it's captives. The frozen landscapes and cities look as if they will remain that way for some time to come.

Paintings in progress - a knot of humanity on the edges of some plangent terrain. A few new ideas to explore from some random sketches. Prints to run. The ox is in the furrow, for certain .

A quick few weeks before departing for Ethiopia.

Ground To Cover

"The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,

 There must be reasons why the leaves decay;

Time will say nothing but I told you so . . ."

                                                                     - Wystan Hugh Auden 

The calendar turns, and sifting through the flotsam of another

annum, tactical plans are floated for the river ahead. Atlanta

Juried Printmaking Exhibition in January, returning to Ethiopia in

February, and a busy run through October - (announcement to

follow. . .)