… stopped me while I was shooting these, and kind of brusquely, too. I don’t know if they were hostile, curious, or just drunk, but I layed on a big monologue about light and sense of place and aesthetics and what-not, and they appeared to be charmed. Or at least glazed.
I don’t get out much.
… at least occasionally.
Here is one, framed and wrapped for delivery:
And here is another, the original Chattaway, in similar condition:
And then above it, I noticed an older painting of mine that has not sold, an oil on masonite about 2 x 3 or so. Looks a lot better framed:
I’ve been meaning to do this one for almost two years. Worth the wait? I don’t know. This house is a block or two from the Tampa Bay in Old Northeast Neighborhood.
This is a closer view of the old house with cactus around its foundation.
Hit the artinfo.com link to read the rest of the article, which is illustrated with photos of Rosenquist’s studio.
clipped from www.artinfo.com
ARIPEKA, Fla.—It’s a sultry summer morning in Aripeka, a dot of a town on the marshy Florida coast around an hour north of Tampa. From the blanketing humidity to the hazy orange sky [...]
..and life was good for me and my mutt.
clipped from stpetersblog.com
It is a bit disappointing that the Arts Center was poised to elevate tattooing to a respected art form in our little neck of the woods and instead they’ve most likely turned people off by choosing amateur looking material. Oh well, guess they can’t get everything right. I’ll just have to keep heading [...]
Yay for Florida!
clipped from ryanpricemedia.com
Good pizza, poor art, no underground
November 7, 2007
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