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


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.