
I love finding random compositions in the street. This was not arranged and I did not cheat with photoshop--I just "snapped it as it lay"


As a child I had an obsession with American Indians. (I always wanted the Indians to beat the cowboys on TV) I used to find arrow heads on the farm I grew up on. There was a baseball field near our farm and I could hear the people screaming sometimes---My dad told me it was Indians and I believed him for years. I have some American Indian blood in me. There was a joke among certain friends of mine that it was impossible to "sneak up" on me when we were growing up. Perhaps that is genetic and accounts for my love of fire water when I was in my twenties. "Nowadays" I dont go out--I stay in my apt and draw and paint.

Sometimes, when you are under deadline pressure and your primary yellow paint doesnt want to open and you have a really bad headache--- You can squeeze the tube harder to try to unblock the dried paint that is clogging the tube. Hopefully you are standing close to your favorite art books when the bomb goes off. If I had bad "modern art" books I could leave the spattered mess on and call it art.

George Edward Woodberry - "Defeat is not the worst of failures. Not to have tried is the true failure."



Frederic Edwin Church (May 4, 1826 – April 7, 1900) was an American landscape painter born in Hartford, Connecticut. He was a central figure in the Hudson River School of American landscape painters. While committed to the natural sciences, he was "always concerned with including a spiritual dimension in his works".[1]
The wealth of Church's father allowed him to pursue his interest in art from a very early age. At eighteen years of age, Church became the pupil of Thomas Cole in Catskill, New York after Daniel Wadsworth, a family neighbor and founder of the Wadsworth Atheneum, intoduced the two. In May of 1848, Church was elected as the youngest Associate of the National Academy of Design and was promoted to Academician the following year. Soon after, he sold his first major work to Hartford's Wadsworth Atheneum.
Church settled in New York where he taught his first pupil, William James Stillman. From the spring to autumn each year Church would travel, often by foot, sketching. He returned each winter to paint and to sell his work.



I once was asked by a children's book agent to draw him a bunny as a kind of art test. I don't really draw happy furry bunnies so I sent this drawing along with the poem you will find below..
You asked that I draw you a bunny
And a bunny, my friend, you did get
When I started it was pleasant and sunny
But soon it was cloudy and wet
I waited in vain for the sunshine
But the gold eye of heaven showed not!
What kind of agent would be mine?
When my bunny is wet as a sot?
I tried and I dried all the wet fur
So my bunny was fluffy and new
But nothing quite seemed to work, sir
So what was an artist to do?
I went straight down to
Where I knew there a drier or three
And I fluffed up my bunny, hurray
And drew him once more for thee…