Towards year end we go and Pablo Picasso helps me get
free. Abstract portraits, and one with me in my black sweatshirt turned inside
out, appear.
With 1992 in the background, and me standing with my
sweatshirt inside out, a fitting end to 1993.
Painting is symbols, symbols are meaning, painting is
meaning.
The cheese stands alone.
Self
– The Cheese Stands Alone (12/93)
Portrait
of Vincent VanGogh (1/1/94)
Always, back to
Vincent and basics. Be strong, be sure
and be fast.
Be.
Portrait
of David Winter (1/94)
The Duke of the Park came to
see me, looking different from his usual, no beard. He looked almost the same,
so I painted him. Frameless heads on nameless walls (to quote a song).
I was so busy painting I 1993
that it’s December 23rd, 1993 as I write this. It’s been too long
between writings; press on for 1994.
Hey, how about those Japanese? Just something simple.
Wouldn’t it be great to get one, every once in a while?
Simplicity, as few strokes as possible.
Portrait
of Pablo Picasso in 1965 (2/13/94)
I was thinking about if my sons should have any of my
paintings, would they drink and think of me upon my demise? Thinking of Henri
Matisse.
Thoughts
of a Son (upon the death of Henri Matisse) – (3/20/94)
Don’t know how many times I’ve found my naked wife at my
feet as I read the evening news. Nice thought.
“aaaaahhhhhh, it’s been four months in the house due to winter, splash, splash and flash, in colors. Pollack, the hero.”
April,
and Jackson Pollack (4/94)
You are born by yourself, expelled, as it were, to find
your way through hurting until you find your lover. Find peace with each other.
Phases
of Life in Three (3/94) - 1
Phases
of Life in Three (3/94) - 2
Phases
of Life in Three (3/94) - 3
Hey, how did you like that?
