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.
Friday, September 2, 2022
An email came into my mailbox a week ago from a lawyer representing the estate of collectors of mine who had recently passed away. She wanted to know if I had information on "Mirror", which surprisingly I did(I'm not know for my excellent record keeping). A few days later she emailed me back to let me know that the piece was for sale at "Consignment Warehouse" in Santa Fe. She also gave me the price of the piece and suggested I could buy it back and then resell it. I had loved the piece, and after thinking long and hard and, against my better judgement, I called up the store and bought it back, driving up to Santa Fe the next day to pick it up. It was an upscale consignment store, with $4000 second hand couches and large heavy tables for much more. There was lots of "art" on the walls, most of which you would find comfortably hanging in a hotel lobby. I wandered around and looked at things, then went to pick up my piece from the front desk. The clerk had brought it out and laid it on the counter with no wrapping or any kind of protection, but it was in perfect shape. It sat there glowing at me, and then rested in the back seat of my car and did the same. I was filled with a kind of quiet joy that "Mirror" had come back home.
Old Man Walking 2022
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