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10"x8" oil on canvas. These clippers have posed for me several times. Actually, not these exact clippers. You see, I go through a lot of clippers. Either through just wearing them out (sharping them down to nothing or breaking the spring) or somebody (I'm not naming names) accidentally dropping them into the garbage. I am still a little ticked off by that last one. Counting to ten and moving on... I keep forgetting to tell you that if you would like to see some of my larger pieces in person, I have several on display at The Sycamore Gallery. I think it is about nine or ten pieces, my paint fume addled brain can't remember at the moment. It is quite a compliment actually, because the gallery owner, Scott Garland, is an artist himself and quite the salesman—he has sold several of my paintings and it can't be because somebody actually liked them. Here is the gallery's contact info: The Sycamore Gallery, 116 East Lemon Avenue, Old Town Monrovia, CA 91016 / (626) 357-6200 / www.thesycamoregallery.com. Scott is a great guy and fun to talk to, so drop by and have a chat and see some beautiful art.Posted February 23, 2011
sold • private collection montpelier, vt
10"x8" oil on canvas. I have long wanted to paint this wonderfully patinated lock. It appears to be yet another item left by the previous inhabitants of our house. Being down in the queue of subject matter, it was quickly moved up due to an unexpected event. For some unknown reason, after many years of not noticing it, Spawn Number Two all of a sudden became aware of this lock's existence. This posed a problem for me, because I wanted to paint it unlocked and we can't seem to find the key. Spawn Number Two oh-so-badly wants to lock it. Being a highly efficient imp who appears to have inherited some of his mother's supernatural powers, it won't be long until he is successful on his quest. By the way, if your wondering, the imp genes came from me. So, here it is, unlocked and in oil paint.
Posted February 22, 2011
sold • private collection west hollywood, ca
6"x4" oil on raymar panel. I was in a mood for a throw down and these poppies magically appeared in my studio. I'm serious. There was nothing there, I turned away, then turned back and WHAM! they appeared. The Spousal Unit had snuck them in when I was in one of my usual paint fume induced stupors. They are from our garden and on a gloomy day She mysteriously forced them to open. Due to the complexity of flowers, they make for great throw down subjects. Throw 'em down and paint 'em. Well, I couldn't really throw them down, I would break the vase, but you get the idea. • As usual, after I paint flowers I highly recommend you check out the too thin book, "The Last Flowers of Manet." I must warn you painters out there, the book contains images that might just make your head explode—Manet rocked until the end.Posted February 16, 2011
sold • private collection south pasadena, ca
6"x4" oil on raymar panel. This was stolen from my father-in-law's medicine cabinet. This resplendent bottle of black goo is probably older than me, or at least much more mature. By the way, I was not the thief, She Who Commands All took it from her own father. Yes, it was another, "Here. Paint this!" moment. Actually, it was more of a "Dad, I'm taking this so I can tell Raymond to paint it," moment. (He's so cool, he doesn't care—my father-in-law, not me.) The only concern she had was that it would give the impression that I suffer from warts when, in fact, I only suffer from a deep desire to eat cookies.
Posted February 15, 2011
sold • private collection beverly hills, ca
16"x20" oil on canvas. I present to you yet another painting that tried to kill me. With what I am trying to achieve, these 16x20s take a lot out of me. At times, I can be somewhat of an attack painter and once the battle has begun it is hard for me to let go. It's a bit agonizing and I love it. If there wasn't a challenge, what's the point. I guess I shouldn't complain, during the course of the painting, I only required one blood transfusion and I am left with only a slight limp. Anyway... this beautiful old phone resides in our the house. She actually works. Being in California, we use this as a back up land-line phone in case of things like earthquakes and power outages. And, being a Groucho Marx fan, I find it handy for cracking walnuts. • I am sorry to say that this is the only painting I have for your this week. Don't hate me.
P.S. Don't ask about the stripes in the background. I am already seeking therapy for it.Posted February 10, 2011
sold • private collection bloomfield, mi
4"x6" oil on raymar panel. The nickname for these shoes is "Chucks" because they are called Chuck Taylor All Stars (we used to just call them gym shoes). They come in low cuts like these (Low Chucks), or in the popular high tops (Up Chucks?). Anyway... After this painting was completed a mysterious women sauntered into my studio and declared that this painting was all about light. When I asked what she meant, she just blithely smiled and sauntered back out of the studio. Not until later did I notice that she had sauntered out with my Peanut M&Ms. Even though she pilfered my candy, I must admit that she was right about the lighting. I really made an effort to have the light rake over the surface of the shoe, instead of flooding over it. The low light from the side reveals the topography of the shoe in a subtle manner that I find more interesting. Enough art talk! I must now go and try to steal back my Peanut M&Ms – I have low expectations.Posted February 4, 2011sold • private collection garland, tx
4"x6" oil on raymar panel. This bottle is another of my thrift store finds. Don't know what it housed, but I thought it looked pretty cool, so here it is. On a lighter note, I have found evidence of a plot to knock me off. Now I'm not naming names, but the Spousal Unit brought a 3-1/2 lb. bag of Peanut M&Ms into our humble home. The presence of such an item puts me at risk! You know how it is: You're just going to have yourself a few of those tempting little morsels, then a couple thousand later (or when you're confronted with an empty bag), you stop. Evil, evil, wonderful little things! (I love them.) I guess the title of this painting has more to do with my commentary (evidence) than it does with the painting.
Posted February 2, 2011
sold • private collection west hollywood, ca
6"x4" oil on raymar panel. Come on, admit it. When you saw the title of this painting, you didn't think it was going to be a little Japanese porcelain piece. It may seem odd, but this little item is a box with the cat forming the handle on the lid. I gave this to the Spousal Unit when we were courting. It was a short courtship; around 150 years, give or take a decade. • I just posted a new review of Karin Jurick on my site Daily Painter Review. Go check it out: http://www.dailypainterreview.com.Posted February 1, 2011
sold • private collection houston, tx
