Lake Erie came alive this week; Spring is finally here. The first private boats were spotted–what a cheery sight! One brave soul was night fishing, his running lights moving slowly through the night. Soon boat lights will be as numerous as stars. I also saw the first commercial boat of the season.
With the broken-hearted language of the abandoned,
the orphan spoke into the rising smoke
above the campfire.
Her voice carried through the smoke and sparks
into the night beyond
where everything is sky.
The spirits conjured there
were kind and full of yearning,
Every word was clear.
Across these many years I remember them still.
“We all find love, right, Tommy?”
The hard laughter of the others
choked the answer in my throat.
In the silence
the night grew chill
and stole her away.
Jason Milburn, who has maintained a studio in NE Ohio since graduating from the Cleveland Art Institute 10 years ago, is showing a passel of large drawings at the William Busta Gallery. The cartoon-inspired ink drawings are populated by vaguely familiar figures in suburban scenarios that are awash with anxiety and menace–‘High School Art Teacher in Hell,’ so to speak. The drawings…
Except for one nice weekend, this has been The Winter That Never Ends. It’s below freezing and overcast with high winds–grrr. A good day to stay inside and work on paintings, right? Here’s a shot of recent efforts. The big painting, ‘The Gift,’ was finished this morning. None of the others shown are near being…
Oz the Great and Powerful, which is in theaters now, is a modern prequel to the original Wizard of Oz by Frank Baum. The original book, published in 1900, was the first of what turned out to be nearly 20 books Baum wrote about Oz. The events in this movie are modern inventions that attempt…
As a member of a Federal works program in the ‘80’s, I taught art in community centers in and around Dayton, Ohio. My fellow teachers were performers, musicians, and artists of all types. The director himself was a dancer and leader of a troupe when not directing us. Artists rotated weekly to the centers, usually in pairs, sometimes alone.…
Poor light yesterday, Saturday, but good light today. The lake came alive this week and although it’s cold–mid-30’s–the waves and whitecaps already remind me of summer. Here’s a shot of some of the things I worked on today. I finished the drawing of the larger one and decided to plunge ahead and start the under-painting.…
With the temperatures near 70, it felt like Spring. What a difference a week makes! Keith got his baseball stuff out and John and I went to the marina to inspect the Betty Jane. All boats are still in dry dock, of course, but we were not the only ones inspecting their boat. The ice…