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DEATH WISH? IT’S JUST A STAGE

Death wish yourself into being a better person? “If I can’t be who I think I am I’d rather die.” Is that a wish, or a condition? I don’t know, but what I do know is ‘the end’ is the end. Most of the time.

RIGHT TIME? YOU KNOW IT WHEN YOU MISS IT

“The right time is when the time is right.” It’s that simple. And it goes by in a blink. After that the timing is all wrong. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a better feel for the clock?

EMOTIONAL RESCUE? BUDDY, IT’S JUST A GUITAR

An emotional rescue always happens at the same time. Guaranteed. First, we go through some things, then some more things. Just to keep it interesting, we go through even more things. Sometimes good, sometimes not so good, sometimes in between. I’m focusing on ‘sometimes in between.’ Why? As a constantly adjusting guy in a constantly […]

SOUTH PORTLAND PEOPLE CHANNEL PROUD MARY

Old painting of a rower An early morning walk by the Willamette showed the sort of Portland people see before they move here. A calm scene, placid water, with sun breaking through scattered clouds for a blinking reflection. With the Ross Island Bridge on the left, and the actual Ross Island in front, dog walkers […]

ART WORLD DEFAULTS TO TRUTH IN THE ORSAY

Did the art world need a change in 1849? Who knows, I was just trying to keep up on a march through Paris in 2019. Ah, Paris. Just saying the name brings it all back: the museums, memorials, and churches; the neighborhoods, the Metro, and Versailles. Nothing hit harder than the painting in the top […]

ART HISTORY FOR THE ART FANS

The two words, art and history, joined together as Art History, are too often dismissed as an elite thing, which is code for “who gives a damn.” “Oooo, art, tell me more,” said no one ever, unless the speaker had an agenda to fulfill, like trashing on something they don’t like. But art history is […]

MY STILL LIFE WATERCOLOR

It’s a still life watercolorOf a now-late afternoonAs the sun shines through the curtained laceAnd shadows wash the room Every time I walk out the front door I hear water falling. Instead of running to find the source, I remember it’s a yard fountain. I’ve grown so accustomed to the sound that the silence left […]