Dismantling an Exhibit while Engaging with Another…

The Purpose of Art

A dusting of snow had fallen overnight and refreshed the local landscape. Driving down my remote road early yesterday morning my focus had shifted from a stress filled narrative to the natural beauty that surrounded me. Trees glistened white. The brooks exhibited a fundamental principal in painting. The compositional start of any painting often includes identifying and blocking in the darkest darks and the lightest lights…

E Street radio played Springsteen’s “She’s the One.” Smiling as I reflected on the personal fact that it is simply never too early in the day to listen to Bruce. “Jungleland” played next, and I felt reassured by the possibilities of the day…

Already 3 months later since I had hung my solo exhibit located at a hospital in Vermont’s twin state. New Hampshire. It had run its course, and I was feeling bittersweet about dismantling my show. There is always so much planning and preparation that goes into what I do. Creating pieces to round out my vision for an exhibit. What I wanted to say. What I wanted to explore. What I hoped to share. But that wasn’t it. This exhibit meant something different. Something more…

How my work will be received is always of concern. I tell a story with paint. A contemporary voice. My work is not easily pigeonholed. A blessing and a curse. Leaning…