I have a backyard full of hostas. They are in full sun and shade, marked by the variegated and non-variegated […]
Sculpture of muscle and skin, light and dark; smooth plains. As much carving as possible, without hammer and point.
When I used to carve stone, the little cracks and grooves suggested where to go. One line organized the next […]
Saturday night I guess is “selfie night” and now, a tradition. I like doing them because illustrations of one’s self […]
How can one not like a finely balanced utensil for cutting a morning pastry.
No words, just lines.
I can only imagine the chef seeing this image and saying, “Barry, did you drop acid?”. Actually, I was listening to […]
Tick tock, tick tock… I get up at 05:00 each morning with a passion for coffee. Even my cup is precious, and wear this […]
Uh huh. Thank you Rebecca (http://www.thepaintedpear.com) for inspiring me to try something just with line and form. After looking at your site […]
The houses in my neighborhood are close. In some places 2 meters for those outside the US. You can hear […]
My bananas are ripe. Very ripe. So it was difficult holding them without a terminal squish. Also, it was unbearably […]
Today, I painted an entire page in my book with a sepia watercolor wash. After letting it dry, I took to […]
I used to carve stone, big stone from quarries near Bloomington, Indiana. It was hard work, but I was very […]
I spent a very warm afternoon at the Mellwood Arts Center sketching. (http://mellwoodartcenter.com/wordpress/). “Originally the Fischer Meat Packing Company, the […]
Green mint breath, with a predator’s thirst, her hot steamed plunder, spanked to affection; some candy man love. Her tom-tom […]
Some barrels are old, some new - whiskey born of limestone filtered waters and nurtured in charred, white oak.