afternoon light

Everyday around four the sun finds a place in between buildings, at a perfect south western angle that allows it to pour directly through my windows. Its a rich afternoon light, not a blue and lemon morning recipe. I would say that it has a butterscotch thinned with the milk of babies eyes flavor.
It comes every day that there is no overt New Yorkish cloud cover. It is always a surprise. Its main real estate encompasses the shapes the windows cut for it, but its reign is larger. It spreads a luminance that hits the paintings like lasers on fine cut jewels.
...as though it knows they are here waiting to show there true meanings, their real colors in its bath. Waves or particles, I won't quibble. I'll take them all, like a lover with many faces.

Sketch for Steve's Portrait

Red, Prime & Dusk

Red wine, prime numbers and dusk. And then add in thought experiments. Deadly, wonderful thought experiments. How different are they from the image in your head that you wish to put in oil and ground dirt on stretched linen? Not so much--but certainly harder to articulate, the image, that is. I've hung out with enough philosophers to understand that. The word is king, the sentence is kingdom.
I just make paintings. Magic, still. Perhaps that is the gulf between us--I really do see it as magic, not logic. My logic is a skipping stone, and a plunge into deep waters is sometimes as useful as the successful voyage across the surface...ha ha !
red wine and prime numbers
late summer dusk

Portrait of Claudio

Pink Umbrella & such

Claudio ( in progress) and Valeria on the wall watch as I hang my umbrella on the pulled-back trapeze to dry. Thus ensues a certain adventure in visuals:

Portrait of Valeria

New York, again

So last night I went out into the summer evening, the people everywhere on the sidewalks walking. Every color, every shape, every tonation...I swam with the current and I swam against it & through it. Every face was a portrait, every building a face. The tide took me up and forgave me for being in other cities and other countries. For loving other faces and other evenings. It didn't clean itself up for me or ask where I'd been or even why I might have been there. It loved me anonymously, unconditionally, without promises or proofs, and laughingly personal.
Home again.

Dinner in Empoli

After having driven all day through the beautiful hills of Umbria, stopping in Assisi, and then San Gimignano in Tuscany we made our way to Empoli and Claudio.
Claudio met us in his old black car in summer dark with his new muscles and russet and green eyes.
He served us dinner on a black table with black plates and wine glasses. There was a red rose. Dinner was a Greek salad and cold pasta with wine we had brought from San Gimignano. After myriad conversations about the particles that we are all made of we went out for ice cream and a walk through the town. An ancient fountain spoke to us, while lions guarded the water.

More Italy

Italy!

Light Shapes

Skitter, skatter laser shot of light through the window in the late afternoon--could be underwater, other world or just the brilliant maya of here and now....