This wall hanging is lovely in its own way.

I’ m working on Christmas presents. I know so early, but I like being early for these matters. Mostly to be smug when everyone else is rushing around. I was thinking of my step-father Steve when I made this one.  I thought since he likes going to the shooting range and the last anniversary present…

I like this picture. It reminds my of a tale. Of two youngish lovers kayaking on the far side of the island. The tide and other elements kept them from the shore they’ve been away from for three hours. Two baby girls, one in each kayak lay in the hot sun, oblivious to the sweat…

One of my friends commented on a sticker he saw at pike place on a phone kiosk. They aren’t really booths anymore… Side is the point. The sticker was captioned “Where are all my thylacines?” Or something like that. I thought I would do a painting version of that because I learned a new word.…

I like this better. I imagine a palette of coke bottles fueling some rogue poet in a cave.

I’m not really liking the foreground as much as the background in this picture, but ever since I saw “He died with a falafel in his hand” (it’s a movie) I wanted to include an underwood in one of my paintings, because writing is cool, and they are so antiquated but really interesting. The underwood…

Notes for future painting: firstly, it’s T.S. Eliot, not Robert Frost who talked about the world ending in a whimper, however, I do like Frost’s end of the world… Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But…

A lot of ideas swirling around in my head tonight. New insights and articles to read and blogs to peruse. Had a coffee thing, where conversation led to the idea of time, home, memory, movies, animals etc. Visual image: time  like ants crawling away from your rocking chair in a warm log cabin and out…