You Lift Me Higher

I’ve been thinking about those people in my life that lift me up when I need it most. I recently had a knee replacement, and while it is a common surgery, recovery is painful and lengthy. I needed people in my life that would lift me when I felt down, encourage me when I wanted to give up, and tell me something funny when I cried. This is a tribute to those people.

I have learned something from this. Sometimes I know someone who is down, but I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing. I don’t want to seem intrusive so I avoid. I realize now how important it is to hear a friendly voice, receive a kindly worded note, or just to hear the voice of someone who cares.

You Lift Me Higher, February, 2019

Artist Inspirations: Edward Hopper

I recently came across an image titled Approaching A City by Edward Hopper.  The painting has simple lines, intriguing colors, and a story to tell.

Studying the paintings of masters I begin to ask myself, how the techniques would be applied to my medium, photography-based digital art.

Here is Hopper’s piece that inspired my effort.

approachingacity by edward hopper

Montserrat Contemporary Art Gallery

In Chelsea the first Thursday in each month is known as Gallery Crawl.  Most galleries in the area open their doors, provide offerings of cheese and wine, and promote their latest exhibits to the world.  It is a fun evening for the serious buyer or the casual observer who just wants the free wine.

Thursday, August 2 is my turn to participate.  I have eight pieces appearing in a show, Expressions of Life, at the Montserrat Contemporary Art Gallery in Chelsea.  For me, this is a big event.

Opening Night is Thursday Aug 2, 6:00-8:00PM.  The show will run through August. If you are in the area we would love to meet you.  The gallery is located 547 W. 27th street in Chelsea, NYC.

 

It Lives Within Him

A Fathers Day Tribute

It lives within his soul, his manner, his perspective on life.  Passed to him through generations, it is as much a part of him as the native blood in his veins.  Ancestors hunted here, fished the shores, breathed the air, smelled the fragrance of these trees. Their spirits live in the stones buried deep in the ground, the great pines, bramble bush, creeks and in the crystals that surface there. It is the blessed one who is kindred to the land.