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La Bodega Sketches








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A restless feeling has been coming over me these last few weeks. Another daunting move to a new studio space that may or may not be long term, my first solo show in four years at Sirona Fine Art in Gulfstream Park Hallendale Florida, the silly grading I will have to do for my students at Broward College, the juggling of private students and packing and deciding for the move, throw in long drives home, a tired wife, two energetic sons and a partridge and a pear tree. I am thinking of one of the managers I had while a short stint as a waiter some years ago, he would like to rub his thumb and index finger together whenever one of the waiters began a list of complaints saying "here is the world's smallest violin playing a sympathy piece for you, now take this fried grouper to table 4" In the midst of this I have found myself having to make sketches and notes for what may be future paintings. Life goes on and I have been insisting that art (for me) is experienced in the "in-between" moments. In between these things that seem to be consuming my time, I am compelled to take "notes" (quick sketches) of what may be future paintings. These drawings are just a few that I recently "jotted down" to remind me of the In between moments. They are not perfect, nor are they supposed to be. I hope you enjoy them and share your thoughts.

Comments

Julie said…
Just as beautiful as the paintings. This shows the same fine feeling not just for light and color but the dynamics of composition as well.

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