30+ years of paintings, talked about one painting at a time: what went into the paintings, what I was trying to say, what was happening at the time of my life that I made the paintings. The paintings themselves are narrative, and this adds a little more to the story that they tell.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Two People Walking 2014
Although I'm shy, I am friendly. When I bike or walk, I always verbally greet or nod to acknowledge the person coming my way, whether I know them or not. On a recent trip to the bay area, I took a ride on a bike path in Lafayette, California. It's an affluent area on the far east side, and there were lots of people out. I did my normal, nod, or nod and greet, or just greet, to the people I passed, and I remembered, from the last time I rode my bike on that same bike path, that people weren't so friendly. Some people would respond, but in a kind of sullen, not happy at being forced to do thiskind of a way. Others just ignored me or looked away. It hurt my feelings. I felt intrusive, like a large Labrador puppy that won't stay out of your space. As my ride came to an end, I found myself tight lipped, not greeting, nodding, or greeting and nodding anymore.