“I Paint To Support My Cello Habit”

Linden Frederick is a very successful artist whose painting sell for 50 to 70 thousand dollars in New York City and Los Angeles among other places. What makes this man even more unusual is that he LOVES to build cellos. Here is a link to some photos of a visit I had with him in his studio today. Enjoy–http://johnames.smugmug.com/Art-Gallery-Artists/Linden-Frederick

Shared Intensity

Saw two artists today, different as can be Inside and out, girl and boy But with a shared intensity

New Growth

This fragile planet of ours does its best to keep on going while we, on the other hand, are mindlessly destroying it.

Beware Lighthouses and Lobster Boats

When we owned an art gallery in Maine it was very usual for painters to bring us their work in hopes we would show it publicly. Often that work would feature landscapes with lighthouses and lobster boats. These subjects were often well painted and attractive but, I almost never exhibited them. Why? Because those subjects was everywhere. Every tourist souvenir shop and postcard rack had…

Sad Old Age In A Sunny Doorway

This old chair sits in the warm sunshine trying to get used to the idea that it is no longer needed and its family will soon be sending it to the dump.

The Waiting Room

A quiet place save for the inane babble of daytime TV. Each waiting patient  wrapped in thoughts of themselves and their malady. The country club pastels, bad art and white walls do little to liven the atmosphere. This is a place where healing is helped along behind closed doors and all here wait their turn for medicine’s magic. The decor doesn’t matter.

The Silence Inside

  Close your eyes, stop breathing for three seconds and listen for the silence inside the illusion of the world.

Flowers Are Too Easy But Who Cares

Talk about beauty! Take a close up of any properly lit flower and you have a winner. It’s almost too easy. But I can’t help myself I love their grace, beauty and yes, power.      

Wet Grey Leaf In The Parking Lot

Beauty is everywhere. We step on it often.