Saturday, July 21, 2012

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Love In All The Right Places



Ah sweet love, endearing tenderness: "Mine," he declares, "all mine...."




Oil, 24 x 18

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Screwed


My muse and I comfortably ignored the first panic utterance of my wife - after all, it was Saturday morning; I'm easy going, a kind of laid back loving husband: me and my easel were heavy into an affair of canvass and paint.  An eardrum shattering shriek registered something was possibly amiss.  "I've got a flat!  Slow leak today - tomorrow a flat!  Get it fixed!  I'm taking your car!"  And she was out the door to hunt down the family's weekend supply of food.  It was a tug of war between me, my paint-brushes and the muse.   My wife won.

After miles of back country roads and stopping here and there trying to pry open locked garage doors I was fast concluding tire doctors in the Laurentian Mountains had all gone fishing, when I happened across the only one left behind for emergency calls.  He successfully operated on my wife's ailing tire, triumphantly removed - holding it up for me to see - the two inch screw, especially designed to f--k up my morning.


Oil 24 x 18

Friday, July 6, 2012

Love Endures


....,
Oh, to shoot
My soul's full meaning into future years,
That they should lend it utterance, and salute
Love that endures, from Life that disappears !

Elizabeth Barrett Browning



Oil 18 x 24

Monday, July 2, 2012

The Concierge


Fill in the blank;
Linda (my wife, cook and the one to whom I must obey) harassed me relentlessly,
"For G-d's sake, give her a smile...." She yammers.
"No! She's a Grouch" I grumble.
YES/NO  ______________ I should have made The Concierge smile???

 Appearing as the concierge of this building, she questions the motives of all who enter.