Saturday, June 30, 2012

The moon is blazing bright in the window above my place here at the computer tonight.  I can hear local firework blasts in the distance as American Independence Day soon approaches in a few day's time.  It has been a good week and summer is in full heat here in the midwest.  The grass is brown, the cicadas sing in the trees.  Happily I've been adding to my growing number of paintings for an upcoming show in Ferndale, MI at the Level One Bank starting 17 July and running through August. 

Here is one of the most recent paintings that shall be in the show.  This painting is made over gold leaf with oil paint and oil pastel and old ink jet ink.  Its a tribute to one of the last great oak trees in Britain.  Thus it is named, "Great Tree"!

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Ken Lloyd Morgan

The Old Vicarage
Great Saling, Nr. Braintree,
Essex, England, May 2005

My heart is sick with ache pumping out unstoppable tears.  A man of great gifts has passed this life.  He was my teaches, mentor and employer.  I was a restless soul when we met.  At the time more moving target than a sure thing.  This man took me in,  took a chance on me and was instrumental in supporting my desire to be on my own art road.

Just tonight I found out that he passed this life in January and no one told me.  I'm angry and hurt that I never got to pay my respects.  Just because there is an ocean separating me from the green and lovely land is no reason for me to be uninformed.

Now in grief my mind floods with thoughts of our time together.  When not working we'd talk philosophy over pints at the pub.  His wicked wit always sharpened by observations of the world.  The work was always good and demanding in an architects office but it always got done and with humor.  He could draw so well I used to imagine that he could draw in his sleep.

I was privileged to work along side a unique individual who was his own man.  He was proud to be Welsh and optimistically irreverent.  He was made of tough stuff but had a playful heart.  I shall always be in his debt for the time he gave to me.  Being around him made me feel as if I could be as successful as he was.

He has left behind a bounty of artistic legacy that can be seen all over England in the pubs he designed and built.  I've missed him for years now that I reside on the other side of the pond, but now I shall miss him in a different way.  In a way that cannot be repaired.  I hope he passed peacefully.  I hope he will be remembered.  If by no one else he shall always be remembered by me.  I carry him with me as a reminder to go my own way.

Friday, June 1, 2012

Making magic

During the past 15 days I've been painting a commission for a boy's room, creating an undersea world.  It is my job to render mural commissions, but more than that i aspire to create a bit of magic.  It seems to me that we are looking for it everywhere.  We make films about it and miss it when it's right under our noses.  It's us!  It's using our gift of imagination and language to create the world around us.  It seems simplistic to say but I'm thinking how we are children longer than any other mammal, but we throw it over to be an adult too soon.  I know we're supposed to put away childish things as we grow up but we've thrown our imaginations and belief in magic right out with it.

I charge us all to be the kings and queens of silliness once in awhile. Finger paint with the pasta sauce, laugh at how silly you look naked, walk barefoot in your yard, make a goofy face to the driver next to you stuck in traffic, look for signs of life in desolate places and paint an image in your mind of how beautiful the world can be!