James Castle

Dan Flavin.

Two more people I'm thinking about.

New work in the works. Trying to make sense of some of my thoughts. This image is some what of a rough draft, if you will. We"ll see where this goes.

Tonight my Mom made some Akoshka soup (a cold Russian soup), passed down from my great grandmother from Ukraine, and flat bread pizzas. very good.

I got some great steals at the yard sale in my home town today. A radio from the 50's (A.M. only, $10), and an old Schwinn Racer ($15). Not too shabby.

The first book of a trilogy that I'm starting tomorrow. Don't judge me. C.S. Lewis is my favorite author/writer of all time.
To be continued...

I'm also finding myself moving too far from some of these older yet still recent paintings and drawings. I'm trying to find a median, or a way to bring them together.

Frank Stella

Agnes Martin

Peter Halley

Donald Judd

Caravaggio

These are some artist I'm currently thinking about in my work.

Ok. Some of my summer reading. Yes, all Max Lucado. I don't care if you think it's corny. They did me well and I highly recommend them.

There has been some construction going on for a year or so in the field (or once was) across the street from my Mom's house. I drive by it all the time and found it captivating, especially at sunset. I don't think people are supposed to be on the premise, but I couldn't help myself and needed exploration. When in/or among nature there is this quieting feeling you get, for lack of a better word. I can understand peoples reasoning in searching for spirituality in nature, as tacky as it sounds. From my mind's eye, I believe it could be because it is closer to God's original plan. Out there, there is no technology, business, art world, or other man made distraction. Just you and the Earth. Just simply existing for a moment. However, in this case there are machines, dug dirt, and tire tracks that have ravaged this plot of field. But no humans except for me. In being out in the field it felt to me as if the machines themselves had grown out of the dirt and claimed this land. Or as if they were like a herd of grazing buffalo that had settled down there. At the same time, it was witnessing the slow approach of mans hand and conquering of this space.

I think it is going to be a park.

Thinking of where to go to from here. I feel like I'm still in this mode of working, yet in trying to make new work my thought process is less giving.

New to this...

Well, I've never kept a blog before so needless to say this is all a bit new to me. You can probably tell from my first post (it being about how I've never had a Blog). I figured I had to post something to get this rolling, even though I hardley think anyone will be reading this...