Oil 40 x 30
Showing posts with label Oil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oil. Show all posts
Monday, June 10, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
Chant Du Cygne
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
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,
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???
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Gail Patrick
Gail Patrick (1911–1980) is cast as the spoiled, wisecracking, socialite sister in the screwball comedy My Man Godfrey (1936)
Her elegant patrician beauty far and away transcends the
role she was meant to play and could handily overshadow the star had it been anyone but the inimitable Carole Lombard.
Oil 24 x 20
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Isaach De Bankolé
Not the poster boy for Pepsodent, this benevolent and cheerful francophone Haitian, communicates laudably, in Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai (1999), OK, that title is really dumb.
Isaach's kindly character is comic relief among the pathetic mobsters, contract killers and complications.
Befitting his intellectual, compassionate spirit I introduced a chess board, he raises the checkmated king triumphantly celebrating his optimistic persona.
Oil 16 X 20
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Richard Portnow
Portnow's cameo in Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai (1999) Jim Jarmusch -Director- is about to get wacked, his tough guy stare required some tweaking; I jacked up the irony by primping him in pink satin polka-dot shorts, an earing and a tattoo his mom could be proud of.
The painting required great detachment so as not to confuse him with my bank manager....
Oil 18 x 24
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Gene Ruffini
In
this movie Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai (1999)-Gene's monologue is sputtered in Tourette syndrome staccato.
In
any case words are unnecessary for this hambone.
As ever Gene's mug is a panic, his intimidating presence, chilling.
Oil 18 x 24
Saturday, June 9, 2012
At the Movies
This gentleman makes his all too brief appearance in a wonderful movie by Preston Sturges "Sullivan's Travels" (1941).
The setting is a negro community church temporarily converted to a movie theater and the invited mostly white cell inmates are guests for the evening (scandalous and ironic for its time)
The painted figure is sitting next to our hero who realizes that the most important necessity in life is laughter and in his state of epiphany questions himself "Am I laughing?"
Oil 16 x 20
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