When I visited my friend, Elaine, after her return from Buenos Aires, I didn’t expect to see the art she was bringing back, pieces of mine included, on the walls already. Red Aquatic had been placed down a long hallway. I’d never seen a piece of mine so far away from me, like in a […]
This showing is a first for me. It’s the first showing of my tobacco sticks indoors. My friend Rick conceived of the vertical hanging for the reception area in his business and proposed the idea. The technical doing of the installation included gallery hanging using filament, tiny metal securing collars, tubing, and fishing lure weights. […]
A friend commissioned me to make this green and white striped stick as a gift to give a childhood friend of Lucy who was the inspiration for the original Daffodil Stick. With this connection in mind I included daffodils to represent Lucy. And lucky horseshoes to represent her gift receiving friend.
From barn to manor. I call them 1″ wonders. I had never seen these sticks in their raw form but knew instantly that I wanted to paint them. I discovered them on a summer driving trip with my friend Gino. They were stacked and dusty in the corner of a barn with, I was told, […]
I have a long history of painting things. Often my favorite things to paint have great bone structure but are under appreciated, ready for second lives. Tobacco sticks personify this potential. Solid, evocative, architectural. Marvelously tactile, slender, weighty. Once farm tools, now repurposed as enchanting canvas. Scepter or staff? Or accent mark to a lucky […]
It was the evening of John’s 60th birthday. The occasion needed a marker.
This tobacco stick was created to celebrate the wedding of a young lady I met on a daffodil picking weekend in Kentucky. Louise and Shay married in Colorado on Saturday, and thus the inclusion of a Blue Columbine, the state’s flower. Among their many interests I knew of their love of gardening. Through the guiding […]
My friends Doug and Rachel in Seattle have a wonderful collection of my tobacco sticks full of variety. Three painted, one raw. Artifact to art, these purest tools of practical farming were no longer being used, stacked and under years of dust when I found them. I saw them as individual solid canvas. Slender […]