Feb
11
2011

Can’t Go Home Again

Abstract Landscape

I was totally inspired by the Italian trio at My Aunt Margaret’s 100th birthday party. They sounded great and had wonderful costumes! I shot a ton of pictures at the party and couldn’t wait to get started on the series in the studio. I felt it would be a great way to incorporate my love…
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Jan
01
2011

He Could Have Been A Nice Painting

Les~Start

Les could have been a nice painting. That was certainly my original intention. I wanted to capture the beauty of his music. He started out as a value study, and I could have stopped there. But nooooooo. I was missing my color so I glazed him in Indian Yellow hoping the warmth of his music…
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Dec
08
2010

Dancing In the Dark

Redwooods at Roaring Camp

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results… Author Unknown I woke up a couple of days ago and simply knew I couldn’t keep painting the way I have been painting, and still grow as a painter. Have you heard the Springsteen song, Dancing in the…
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Sep
26
2010

The Piano

DSCF1948

The first item moved in to our new home was my 1903, Bush and Lane, upright grand piano. God I love this piano! I bought the piano back in 1997 for $500, from a family in Hollister, CA and had it transported home to San Jose. I carefully researched piano movers and found just the…
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Jun
08
2010

Loaded For Bear

Sometimes the only way out is through the murk. In late March, early April of 2008, the melody and lyrics for this song abruptly emerged. But try as I might, I could not finish it. I wasn’t so sure I wanted to finish the piece. Like a sunflower, I make it a priority to reach…
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Feb
12
2010

Sense of Scale-What Floats Your Boat

Everyone has a sense of scale. A sense of space that makes them soar. Painters choose surfaces that suit their scale. Athletes select sprints over long distance. Composers select symphonies over pop. Can you imagine Michener writing Haiku? I’ll admit I’ve a weird sense of scale. I love to paint huge pieces. Last fall, I…
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Jan
06
2010

Back Story: The Missing Link

This song was inspired by Annie and St. Francis of my previous blogs. Boy that trip to Capitola really set me on fire! In addition to the painting series, I have begun work on a novel. And as I was writing yesterday afternoon, this song came at me like a freight train and would not…
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Dec
21
2009

Back Story: Wild and Free

Some of my creative work is careful. Considered. Deliberate. And then there are the times when I let my self run wild and free no matter the consequences. The lack of restraint is evident in my abstracts, landscapes and much of my music. I started this song last weekend and it wouldn’t let me go…
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Sep
12
2009

Headed For The Easel

I’m a creature of habit. I get up, grab some coffee, check in here , Twitter, and Blip and then head for the easel. I usually spend my early mornings painting and the rest of the day on the business side of my profession. Today was no exception. I planned to finish off Amos McKay…
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Aug
25
2008

Back Story: Conversations With Myself

Minnesota Barn

Watching me compose this last song, Conversations With Myself, was like a scene from the movie, “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”. Part of the song came to me as I was driving down Country Club Road in Minnesota. The tune was so insistent, I had to pull over and write it on a rental…
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May
30
2008

People Gonna Think

“To be wronged is nothing unless you continue to remember it.” ~ Confucious Writing music and then performing it is such a wonderful process and release. I truly enjoy the journey as much as the destination. That’s so important for me as I’m so results oriented. The first song I wrote, “I Was Made to…
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Feb
26
2008

Waiting For Inspiration

If you wait for inspiration you’ll be standing on the corner after the parade is a mile down the street. Ben Nicholas I am so grateful that my parents encouraged creativity. They didn’t talk about it. It was simply how we lived. All of us played musical instruments and my Mom even sang to the…
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