Innate Reserve

Detail from a proof run of a larger lino-cut .

The week finishes at a hurried pace- last minute framing to ready three small paintings off to Southern Open exhibition opening on the 8th of May at the Acadiana Center for the Arts in Lafayette,LA .
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Coarse Foddering

A lot of work approaching completion.An active month - painting,prints.Learning not to lose heart on slow moving days.A few exhibition pieces in the works, and Lord willing, the final recording next month for the long delayed :Enduring the Going Hence . . and at

long last the website update/overhaul.  

Head Full of Green

Spring comes . Ideas arriving . A quick detail sketch from a forthcoming paintng . . .

The Confounded

The long drive down from Baltimore left plenty of hours to drift through the remote past.There is much about the people and terrain of the south that remains a mystery to my northern soul .I suppose until now,I have formed my subjective view through the words of Flannery O'Connor , Cormac McCarthy and the lens of film makers. For the months ahead,I abide and observe...
Current work - pressing ahead on new panels for a regional exhibition, and several new prints...

Beyond What Kindness Can Do

It is nearly time for returning to Ethiopia. I will attempt to chronicle more this year in the sketchbooks,and post a selection upon returning....

                                                                                             

Beneath the Limbs

The ordinary fields of the day to day , the return to Ethiopia on the horizon . Thinking about home , as if I have rehearsed this day before . Recalling that one great meadow grove that flanked the furthest corner of my father's property .

Working out some musical ideas , and attending to some new lino-cuts .

"What is the comfort of a plan of a house if you do not enter the house itself ?"

                                       C H Spurgeon

I Cede

Like an angler that returns to his favorite spot,I will always hew to the reliable pages of the sketchbook when inspiration is scant .

Days of Rendering

Starting to grow more at ease in a new work area.Outside,the winter tears along and there are sporadic taps on the roof and the walk as the remaining pecans are shaken from the limbs. I hope to get outside with a sketchbook when this cold front breaks . I was startled when running through the wood yesterday by a coyote .

Salt and Light

 Still getting matters in order, was able to map out an idea for this panel,and hope to get cracking in the morning.Slowly adjusting to another time zone and the light of a very different sky .

Somewhere South

Hurdled through the carved hillside of Virginia and Tennesee , miles of fence and field,the truck stops and weigh stations,the mobile homes of Arkansas,and crossing the border under the staggering colors of the vast Texas skyline .I arrive and begin to unpack in what appears will be home and studio for the next few years .

A pervasive sense of optimism in the transition - a new region,new customs,new challenges,and for the time being,the solitude to compose.

Man and Land

In December , I will be making a major regional shift , leaving behind the familiarity (and comforts ? ) of the Mid - Atlantic for an undefined period in the south . I will be very curious about the impact this might have on both visual and musical work . Will there be  inspiration among new people and new terrain ? Will new surroundings sever thematic currents and stir in other directions ?

The Periphery of Solace

My alluring piano . A slow Sunday is never complete without an hour's interlude .There are panels to complete , blocks to be cut , but I am always diverted . Now back to some mill grinding , with renewed vigor .