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It has been a while since I last posted something. A lot has happened since then. There have been major illness in the family, and deaths in the family. The view that all is changing all the time is becoming more obvious.

I also attended a high school reunion which then became a catalyst  to review my major life choices from then to now. Somehow it all made sense and that it was clear that I made choices, conscious or unconscious, that got me to this point. In talking to one of my former classmates about our families and how they influenced our choices. He told me about his uncles that where in the advertising business, and how they encouraged his art making and the belief that being an artist was a valid life choice. It became clear to me that our early childhood experiences really shape us as adults. The influence of friends and teachers encouraged my choices. My high school counselor told the black and latin kids that we were not college material, so don’t bother trying. By not having an opposing voice, we believed her. But after graduating, an older acquaintance from school kept encouraging me to show my portfolio of art to the admission counselor at Pratt Institute. He bugged me for almost two years before I relented. This friend set me on my course and I have thanked him many times. He told me that a another high school classmate somehow deconstructed the situation we were in and bugged him to apply to college. So we both owe a debt to our classmate Freddy. Thank you Freddy

The point that I take from this is that it only takes one person to believe in you. and they can make a hugh difference for us as individuals and for the health of the society.

Encaustic Painting

Encaustic Painting

I have been doing encaustics off and on for almost 15 years. I began that journey after taking a workshop in San Francisco at BookArts offered by R & F paints. What I love about encaustics is the particular experience the translucency of the wax offers. I also like the  physicality of the medium. The fact that it dries immediately its a blessing and is also sometimes frustrating. Since my initial experience working with wax I have attempted to create that depth of translucency when working with acrylics with the assortment of mediums available. Also the acrylic painting doesn’t require all the paraphernalia of encaustics such as hot plate, exhaust fan, propane torch or heat gun, etc.


June painting

End of July Encaustic





Exhibition at Sewell Gallery

Exhibition at Sewell Gallery

After my opening at the Sewell Gallery I was wondering how to make it more meaningful. It would have been great to sell more paintings, but that is out of my control. I make the paintings as best I can, and I felt good about them. They looked great hanging in the space.  The owner and the staff at the gallery were fantastic. It is a real pleasure to work with such professionals. Seeing them up I can see potential as to where I would like to focus for future paintings. But the question of how to make the opening as meaningful as the process of creating the painting still remains. Of course when I do artwork you want to share it with my community of fellow artists and supporters. Perhaps that is sufficient in and of itself. Taking the perspective from Buddhist practice maybe I should have no expectations and just be aware of the experience, and maybe enjoy that I have had this opportunity.

Sewell announcement




This spring we  traveled to Peru to visit my wife’s family but also to do some sightseeing. Lima is a city of 8 million people and has the same richness and busyness as any other city I have been to. The people have a rich history and culture that includes the influence of the native population,  Spaniards, African, Irish, Italian, Japanese, Chinese, and more. This mix of people and the geography of the country have contributed to a rich culture and outstanding cuisine.

From Lima we traveled almost 4 hours south to the town of Paracas, which is on the coast, and is the northwest corner of a 7000 square mile desert. I was amazed at how the desert and the ocean were right next to each other. We were told that the area got less than an inch of rain per year. The desert was grand and beautiful. (I checked the water bottle often, just in case…) I loved the space and the various colors of the sand. It had the same feeling to me as standing at the shore of the ocean and gazing out to the horizon.  At one time it was covered in water so there are fossils of marine life to be discovered with a guide.

My friend, on returning, asked how this experience influenced my artwork. I don’t know. I will keep you posted.