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Acrylic on Watercolor Paper, 2005,22×30
Yeah, Jack,/I almost had/it then I/forgot

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Acrylic on Watercolor Paper, 2005,22×30
Yeah, Jack,/I almost had/it then I/forgot

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Acrylic on Watercolor Paper, 1999, 22×30
Dreck and pebbles on the shore/life’s struggles with the seasons/man’s craft for the elements/light and water play on the eye/how can I hope to describe them?

Art instruction books often begin by stating “there are no lines in nature.” Which is obviously, annoyingly, both true and false. “Nature” may not have a horizon “line” drawn where earth meets sky, but people certainly perceive that line. As do their mechanical devices .
So beginners always start with lines. Kids outline flowers and houses in their first drawings. Stick figures, on the other hand, are abstract ideas of people like Mommy or Daddy with important bits – torso, limbs, and head – largely symbolic.
Shading is just as strange. Mostly we perceive shadows as darker shapes, but impressionists found them more real by adding colors .
The point of all this is that very little – even human basic perception – is quite as simple as it appears. This has been driven home lately by how much trouble computers have interpreting visual information like boxes in a pile .
Beyond that, things like lines and shadows require some concentrated imagination which is one of the reasons most of us like drawing and other visual arts. Not because it is “true” but because it is “fun” .
No lines in nature. An awful lot in our heads .

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Acrylic on Canvas, 1971, 35×48
You’re kidding

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Acrylic on Canvas, 2000, 30×40
Along harborrun time passes/like empty cold wind/pale sun behind racing clouds/I force myself against inertia/with the jogger, defying winter sleep.

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Pastel and Ink on Canson, 2025,20×26
Lyrical morning/Fog blurs distance/Hides future/Nevertheless/Now is beautiful.

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Acrylic on Canvas, 2003,40×30
We leave our deep thoughts at/the closed studio door. Hand-eye/wired directly is ideal. Half/each brain a sullen spectator/all hoping for sometime magic

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Acrylic on Watercolor Paper, 2000,22×30
Lovers do not see as I/nor others in this park/yet see and think enough alike/for me to hope to capture/share as I do see

Off and on through the years, I have sketched and painted seriously. As many people have discovered, art (or serious craft) can be magical. There is a wonderful sense of accomplishment and a re-enchantment with the world .
Decoration has served many purposes throughout the ages, and I am not one to judge degrees of worth. These days of abundance surround us with inexpensive beautiful artifacts, often in limitless quantities, turned out by machines. A miracle in itself, also enriching our lives .
Now Joan and I participate in an art group, and I have reason to contemplate what I am doing, why I want to do it, where I want to take it. I’ve always tended to be hasty and immersive – I like to totally “lose myself” in what I am doing for as long as necessary. I rarely linger over detailed cleanup after the trance fades .
I cultivate the exploitation of my enthusiasm, my limitations, my ambitions, my competence. I do not try to outdo the machines. I find little joy in reproducing machine work. I don’t like working off photographs – too much detail, two little focus, and often artificial viewpoint .
Creating as a child. Others have their own ways and their own valuations. We all are expanded by doing something active .

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Acrylic on Canvas, 2002, 30×40
From infinite space/in forever time/only this place/only this moment/only myself