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Mid-October Musing

Saltwater Veins V

2020 Edition


There are a couple of conversations happening on my easel right now. Like the first presidential debate of 2020, except they’re getting along. Different values, same stage. Actually, my paint forms and oil paintings have the same values – just different ideas about getting there.

Paint Forms are still underway and I’ve got a few coastal pieces in oil on canvas in the works, too. The paint forms are relatively petite. The coastal pieces are a little larger at 18×24″ and 48×60″. Photographed below, the top left is a work in progress getting close.

There are so many more to photograph. Paint Forms are tricky because they’re so reflective.


I’m finally able to take commissions on again… currently booking November and December projects. Contact me to get in. Do it! C’mon! Look at my commission face. 🙂

I could make a bad joke but it’s really just a couple days into prep for the mural I’m working on.

I’m writing this from a new computer. Naturally there’s a story… but I’m on overload so we’ll save that for another post.

All this crap is bound to come out somewhere… apparently it won’t be on a dance floor anytime soon. Keep an eye out on the visual front.

So. much. Crap. I’m grateful for paint.


Until this Covid mess, I’ve never gone 235 days without dancing… not since I started.

I get it, it’s not safe. The nature of social dancing is the opposite of social distancing. North Myrtle Beach sees spike in COVID-19 cases following unofficial shag dancing festival happened after people danced anyway. The article only cites two deaths but members of the dance community have been saying there are over 100 dancers sick and eight have died from Covid since the late September event.

I deeply empathize with how badly some people want to dance. To many, it’s just a fun and heathy hobby that should obviously be delayed until conditions are more favorable… but for others, social dance is something that meets real life needs. I won’t go further into it here but this whole situation is discouraging.

*Bring it up a notch, Jod*


Back in April, I made a “meet the artist” video to go along with my 48 Blocks project – I plan to re-record it sometime soon with my fancy new computer. It sounds like the ACAF will be publishing their virtual 48 Blocks weekend online soon, too.

Flute is open again… and they’ve added a lovely new open air patio. Go see my friend, Herve, and tell him you’d love to see another art show since the last one was cut short.

On a side-note, I’ve got a personal revelation going on. I’m moved and torn between telling the world and keeping it personal. Hopefully with enough time, it won’t be quite so consuming. Maybe my mind will find some productive, subjective, non-literal, subtle while still satisfying outlet for some of this BS.

Wait… expect more Paint Forms.

Anyone know where I can buy a respirator? I had to use some funky chemicals for step one of the mural. Borrowing one felt weird. It looked weird, too.

I had to borrow this fancy mask for sealing the mural surface. It all worked well.

I’m four or five days into the mural, which is coming along. Certain jobs are especially satisfying… this is one of them.

My favorite part, however, wasn’t the man who walked in (smoking, no less) to tell me that when I finish, he’s going to come in and paint palm trees over it.

It was right up there with that time the fake collector from up the street said, “that’s what I’d pay a real artist.”

Whatever! Mercury’s dancing backwards.

Okay, back to my taxes. Time to hit publish and turn on some Bruce Springsteen.

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