Fred's Dog

About 4 years ago (2020) I suffered a stroke. It was a TIA resulting from a head trauma. It took a few weeks to recover. I am seriously fortunate to be fully recovered and functioning as good after the event than before.

A few weeks before this, I had begun a painting of a beautiful beast of a dog for my wife's brother, Fred. His dog is a Bernese Mountain Dog. It is an

You Might Never Know

Most every painting I've been involved with, at some point… goes through an ugly stage. Its that place where you are looking at the work, maybe hours have already passed, and that excitement, hope, vision and inertia that you started with, is waining.

Why?

What you see in front of you has moved out of that honeymoon stage where you were just a little while before…

Here's to Listening and Looking

One of the things I remember about my younger days… (and now we're talking half a century ago or more!) is how I loved music.

I still do, of course.

But back then as much as I loved the tunes, it was the lyrics that caught my attention. I mean when I talked to others about the lyrics, so many of them were lost in the music, the beat, the band, the

You Made It! (and so did I)

Well, the main work of clearing out a sewing room for my wife is done. I've used the word 'remodeling' loosely to describe what was really clearing out my sons stuff (who moved to Arizona) from his old room. I can't believe how much stuff he accumulated!

There is still the painting of the room to do, but for now my wife has been able to move her sewing