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Pastel and Ink on pastel paper, ~2002 26×20
Yes Sir

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Pastel and Ink on pastel paper, ~2002 26×20
Yes Sir

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Acrylic on Plastic, 1974 36×44
Copy of Botticelli Three Graces

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Acrylic on Watercolor Paper, 2003, 30×22
An evening pose all full of grace / artists blessed to witness thus / what happens past that time and place / not much to concern to each of us

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Acrylic on Canvas , 2003, 30×40
Old age glides to rest / nothing can be undone / so little can be attempted / each moment still a miracle

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Acrylic on Canvas , 1974, 28×36
Dancers

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Acrylic on Canvas Paper, 1999, 12×36
Paris could not know / the vast commotion to be caused / by his prom queen pick / he was blamed anyway

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Acrylic on Canvas, 2000, 30×40
Working on such a day / in such a place / seems not work at all / but I am not working / so it’s different for me

The world of art is filled with nebulous definitions. “Art” itself is an act, an object, a concept and perhaps more. “Professional” artists earn money and are expected to produce highly skilled astounding work, but some artists considered great – like Van Gogh – never sold a painting. And on this continuum cloud is the designation “fine art” .
In the monetary collector’s world, “fine” has become synonymous with “rare” or even “unique”. To a connoisseur, “fine” implies degrees of difficulty and craftsmanship invisible to most of us. The vast crowd of amateurs more or less need to trust museums and scholarly essays to weed the wonderful from the trash. Lately, that seems to be failing .
I’ve pretty much given up. I like to think that what I create as a hobby is on the borderline of “fine art”, but certainly not as fine as a Michelangelo statue. On the other hand Klee and Basquiat are ranked highly and I would not bother having either hanging on my walls. I can’t even experience some forms of fine art very well – food, dance, film, and areas of music. It’s a big bouillabaisse of all kinds of stuff, junk for some, treasure for others .
I guess what I’m getting at is that “fine”, like many other terms (evil, good, right, proper) has lost common meaning in our culture until things stabilize a lot more .

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Acrylic on Canvasboard, 1970, 16×20
Thinker stilllife
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