Thursday, September 19, 2013

Charlotte Church

A church on S. Brevard St. near downtown Charlotte. I guess that would make this a Charlotte Church. :) In my 8x10 Handbook journal.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Divorce Court

This is about my divorce in 2007 but it's also about my marriage. If you read it from left to right it starts with the Toyota T100 truck I bought when we first moved to Maine. Simpler architecture transitioning to more complex. Two buildings that are so architecturally different but connected. The actual divorce decree is printed on the parking lot and was presented to me behind the large grid work of windows in the center reflecting blue skies. And that's my little Mini that I currently drive on the far right.

Sunday, September 15, 2013


I tried this portrait from Tuesday night 3 times - this one was my favorite. 11x24 on Fluid - pencil and watercolor.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Home Kitchen

Quote by a waitress when she saw my sketch. I thought it was funny.

Friday, September 6, 2013


I had this idea when I was working on the Courthouse painting to make it about my divorce in 2007. It is the site of the finalization and when I see this building it is what I remember. 

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Longfellow Square

This is Longfellow Square in Portland, Maine - the intersection of State Street and Congress. The statue on the left is of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - one of America's most popular poets and much loved in Portland. I sat here last Sunday and sketched this scene. Many people walked by me as I was drawing - most of the ones that stopped appeared to be homeless. My experience with the homeless is limited to mostly seeing them when I'm in my car at busy intersections with signs asking for money. I would say, in the course of the hour and a half I spent sketching this out, maybe 15 or so stopped to see what I was doing. Nobody asked me for money - they just wanted to see the drawing. Some would chat for awhile. Others would toss out a compliment and move on. One guy offered to pay me to do a painting of his church. Now I know this is sad, but for the first time in my life, I didn't feel like I was on the other side of them. They weren't asking me for my money or help - we were just relating on equal terms - human to human. Isn't Art (and poetry) great at bringing us all together?