rum boogie cafe
January. 28. 2012
what I miss most about the dirty south is the music (and the biscuits)…
balcony
August. 5. 2010
I could make postcards outta this one and make a buck or two…
I could live in New Orleans.
moods
May. 10. 2010
numero uno
My Daddy bought me my first easel and canvas for my fourteenth birthday. That’s when I made my first oil painting and around when they worried I was “too mature for my age…” Who knows what that ever meant?
I was just painting moods and rhythm…the flow of things I guess- it was all instinct- still is.
My affection for it fluctuated over the years, but is finally settled. I still enjoy the vibrant colours here…they’re still very me. I asked Karan last December what he thought it was and he said it’s like a jazzy musical afternoon…now it rests in his Dubai apartment.
It may come back someday…when I paint my last. And then the stories would have run their cycles…
snug harbor
March. 6. 2010
random late night jazz in the quarter from a few months ago
something about the moment and its capture feels like a darker than usual Vermeer painting from a bygone era-
from the glow of the lamp to the shine on his shoes to the cracks on the floor…i just wish i’d had a tripod
