Empty Promises

At the bar, I’m looking at a just-installed show of collaborative paintings, wondering aloud to a friend how it can even be possible to let anyone else anywhere near your own canvas. It’s never ever occurred to me to do that. Within that rectangle no one’s hand but mine has ever been allowed so muchContinue reading “Empty Promises”


One of the happy rediscoveries of painting on the sidewalk and in the alley around my house is how transitory and unstable even the most mundane, unremarkable view can be. One day the neighbor’s back gate is open so I can see all the way down the gangway between houses to the next street. WhenContinue reading “Pedestrian”

First & Last

I went to the museum the other day and saw some ink paintings that pissed me off. They were from the 60s and 70s but done to make sure even a casual viewer would know they reference traditional Chinese painting. Not awful just mediocre. The kind of stuff that might decorate a therapist’s waiting room.Continue reading “First & Last”