Friday, July 20, 2018

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Lost Dreams on Canvas




As part of Lost Dreams on Canvas, I painted this portrait of Ray Pantoja for Lisa Espinosa and her family.  Ray, "RJ", is deeply loved and missed by his family and friends.  Ray, also known as Hommie, was a talented young DJ.  He loved his music, his daughter and his family.  Ray would often ask, "Has anyone told you they loved you today?"   Ray's life was tragically cut short by gun violence in Philadelphia.  




Monday, May 14, 2018

Friday, December 1, 2017

Dianne's Dish


"Dianne's Dish", oil on board, 8 x 8"

I heard a man say he sometimes feels there is a piece of glass between he and the world, sometimes between he and himself.  He didn't say whether he felt the glass was a barrier or protective, thick or thin, strong or fragile.  








Monday, October 30, 2017

Saw Kill Creek






"Saw Kill Creek", oil on board, 8 x 8"


Crown

Too much rain
loosens trees.
In the hills giant oaks
fall upon their knees.
You can touch parts
you have no right to-
places only birds
would fly to.

-Kay Ryan, Say Uncle


Thursday, August 10, 2017

Solace


"Solace", oil, 11 x 14"
Walking The Marshland by Stephen Dunn


It was no place for the faithless,
so I felt a little odd
walking the marshland with my daughters,

Canada geese all around and the blue
herons just standing there;
safe, and the abundance of swans.

The girls liked saying the words,
gosling,
egret, whooping crane, and they liked

when I agreed. The casinos were a few miles
to the east.
I liked saying craps and croupier

and sometimes I wanted to be lost
in those bright
windowless ruins. It was April,

the gnats and black flies
weren't out yet.
The mosquitoes hadn't risen

from their stagnant pools to trouble
paradise and to give us
the great right to complain.

I loved these girls. The world
beyond Brigantine
awaited their beauty and beauty

is what others want to own.
I'd keep that
to myself. The obvious

was so sufficient just then.
Sandpiper. Red-wing
Blackbird. "Yes," I said.

But already we were near the end.
Praise refuge,
I thought. Praise whatever you can.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

"Feeling the Heat"


"Feeling the Heat", 5 x 7" oil


This sunny painting makes me want to soak up and hoard color like Leo Lionni's Frederick the Mouse, the little guy who stored memories of rays of color to be used during the cold dark days of winter.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Fairmount Fury

"Fairmount Fury" Oil, 12 x 12"

A City Sunset

Across the roof-tops of the town
I saw the flaming sun go down;
For some, another day of tears
Lay buried in the hurrying years.

The shadows folded; here and there
A yellow light began to flare.
For some, another golden day
Of gladness sped upon its way.

-    Charles Hanson Towne

Monday, March 6, 2017

19th and Wylie


"19th and Wylie", 3 1/4" x 4 1/2", oil pastel on 300# oil paper


What Kind of Times Are These

There's a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill
and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows
near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted
who disappeared into those shadows.

I've walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but don't be fooled
this isn't a Russian poem, this is not somewhere else but here,
our country moving closer to its own truth and dread,
its own ways of making people disappear.

I won't tell you where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods
meeting the unmarked strip of light—
ghost-ridden crossroads, leafmold paradise:
I know already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear.

And I won't tell you where it is, so why do I tell you
anything? Because you still listen, because in times like these
to have you listen at all, it's necessary
to talk about trees.

-Adrienne Rich

(+ thank you Karen, Nicole and Elliott) 

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Shallot and Red Anjou Pear


"Shallot and Red Anjou Pear", oil on Ampersand gessobord, 7 x 5" 

Sold


“Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.”

― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray