Friday, March 18, 2005

The Drawing

It's the drawing, it's the sentence. It is the color, too, but all the artists have the color now, right in the tubes.

It is the same with people. It is easy to love different personalities, but it is hard to love someone who lacks integrity.

Three billion people later, are there any more Van Gogh's?

Saturday, March 12, 2005

Almost Every Day

Almost every day, this is the scene half a mile from the house. Driving is a big part of modern life now, something you know already. I could live the rest of my life and never drive again. What good does it do anyone? If you are not writing or painting or doing exactly what you want, you are not doing anything.

Friday, March 11, 2005


Yesterday, not the picture, I went through the process of stretching canvas, like artists of yore. I added four braces to the four stretcher bars for each canvas. The size of the canvas is 50 x 40. The time cost for two canvas's is in total, about five hours. It is not cheaper to stretch your own; you only get the size you want.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

The Golden Rectangle

Artists, I imagine, are quite familiar with the mysteries of---canvas size. What proportions to make the canvas, length and height, etc. Interesting forces come to play, and the easiest way to begin is to think of a portrait proportion as, possibly, different from a landscape proportion. And there you have it. And neither size is the golden rectangle.

What does this have to do with traffic? 99% of drivers drive too fast and 99% of paintings are the wrong size.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Another Beautiful Day in Texas

Another beautiful day in Texas. I think I did see some sun yesterday. But what difference does it make? Maybe the lack of sun can depress people, but if the wife is happy and the kid takes four minutes to explain how the batmobile has five 'shooter-rockets' to get the bad guys, the only thing to worry about is whether the roof is leaking.

I worked up a phrase to explain what baffles me about many poets writing these days; They write poetry to write poetry. Although there is absolutely nothing poetical, no poetry in the poem, they call it poetry and write it--and, I guess, as if it is them. And I think they believe it. Non-poetry has the effect of the mob-effect. As the poet says,

The power is in numbers, not the truth.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

What Do You See?

What do you see when you look at manikins in a store window? The one on the left looks pretty well self obsorbed and the one on the right looks fairly pretentious. What kind of men are they looking for, do you think?

I know! I know! They are looking for extremely complicated, thoughtful and creative types who are poor and troubled, but highly concerned with the arts and beauty and truth!