Credulous Hope

Oil    36 x 24

You Have To Draw The Line Somewhere!

Oil 22 x 28

I’ll Be Right Back

Oil  24 x 30

Randy Rulz

.... well she's nice and all But i don't know if she rulz....

Oil 18 x 24

My Pastel Sketchbook

At The Vanity

Oil 16 x 20

Trysta

Oil 18 x 24

Alice

Oil 20 x 24

Pinky's Best Friend

Oil 18 x 24

Sugar

18 x 24

Oil

Pizza Boys

Linda With Pearls

Guilty Pleasures

Oblivious to the harangue he savours every spoonful.

Lady In Waiting

20 minutes past late, hope disappearing quickly, she nurses what remains of her second lime cooler blush. The double heart necklace was an afterthought when she tossed the worthless skewered cherry. Her change purse is gaping wide, available, and a few coins ready for tender.

Lost in her thoughts and not yet aware of his presence, he unobtrusively appears, remorseful, he softly kisses the back of her neck.  

Loulou at the Late Show

The panic-stricken hero she clutches for protection, himself is paralyzed in fear; his popcorn too, left in limbo.

Falling Leaves

And as the sun sets on the aging homestead ...

Love In All The Right Places

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

Oil, 24 x 18

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

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

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.

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

Canasta Player

Canasta: a card game involving 4 players, diamonds, pearls, injections and raps.

She's self absorbed, high maintenance and materialistic.

Her overbearing and intense scowl suggests equal concern about; her card game (a loosing hand), her recent needless purchases, and malicious, seditious scandal.

She may come off as frightening, but my intent is to amuse.

Oil  16 x 20

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

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