A Moment at Day's End

Rest, leisure and a positive moment to oneself is what this painting aims to depict. The sun setting signifies the end of a day, the wooshing traffic on the left shrouded in the darker vague greys hints at the clamour to get home, you, the viewer at this vantage point has already been home, maybe already changed into a more leisurely attire and are now strolling quietly (but only somewhat aware of the traffic noise fading into the back of your mind, like waves at the shore, which this locale is actually quite close to in Miami Beach) headed maybe to a local pub (The Abbey in this case) Oil on canvas.

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Sarah Nix said…

Lovely!

7:58 AM

Chicago

I am thinking of a general sense on how I perceive the subjects in my paintings. I can only put a stream of experiences to describe the image: the song by Frank Sinatra, a barely remembered poem about Chicago..something about big shoulders, pop culture thoughts like prohibition and gansters, great pizza, baseball, lots of guys that look like me (baseball cap, bearded, slight beer belly) Guinness, el trains, bridges, biting cold etc.. Does this make sense?

Frolic

In Victor Hugo's Les Miserables there is a chapter where he paints a picture of friends in the throws of joyous doings. Much laughter, drinking, and enjoyment of each other's company makes one's spirit giddy. I thought of that chapter while on a winter trip to South Carolina's Kiawah Island. In this painting I depict my friends Harumi and Christian spontaneously riding found kids bikes. Christian is obviously too big for this ride, while Harumi seemed quite comfortable and serene. I hope this painting is seen in person as there is much to the texture that my poor photo taking does not capture.

The Room

I have a secret envy for those that have lived in the same house through to adulthood. It must be nice to be so secure about what home is. I have been contemplating putting wheels on practically every thing I own. Maybe I'll buy an old Uhaul truck and live in that. I have been carrying the same books around for eleven or twelve years now. I guess in a way "home" for me is everywhere and anywhere these books are next to me.

Art by John Sanchez

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