When a day starts with vomit

I have been warned it is uncooth to say such things but when you are reading this you must by now know what type of work I do. This should prepare you for explicit detail.
health has been an issue this week. Eliot was very sick this morning but has bounced back with plenty of energy for tantrums.

The winter doldrums have brought the kind of depressed state that invariably ends in good art. I have been on the creative warpath. Unfortunately good tidings keep coming my way waking it hard to stay focused on the negative. i hang out with relentlessly smilely, disgustinly happy, and horribly positive people and children. It is these folks I say are at fault for making my art come slowly.

We are to move back to the place I lived at before and after I was in australia. It is a place which is about twice as large as the place we are in now. It will suit us very well. if there is anyone out there who is interested in the place we are moving out of we can put you in touch with the landlord. we liked it. just needed some extra room to put all our crap in.

Well we are really doing well in general and are looking forward to date night this evening. I am also looking forward to helping and possibly getting involved with it officially. i brought leons projector down the other day in hopes of being able to doing some projections of art on the parachute. alas it did not work

My Little Boy Is Asleep So I Strolled Down Memory Lane

I have been avidly using facebook and it has made me very nostalgic. The pictures people post from camps and schools I attended make me want to go back to the valley and view all the quintessential Augusta scenes. Hopefully it is just a passing fancy

The idea of a night with Jess at the Liberal Cup is one I would not mind revisiting. It is that time of year when a diversion or two to break up the day to day monotony would not be a bad thing.

For instance we recently had this fat guy over to show us how to make proper neopolitan pizzas at home. They were great but he was grotesque.

this picture was taken on frasure island about four years ago. it is crazy. this to being a daddy and husband. such a magical transition that contiues to shock and amaze me.
portland was blanketed by another snowing last evening then frozen in place by a deep cold night. i powered through it with a quick trip to ruskis for wings after work. they are fantastic and so was playing darts well. pete and andrew never saw what was coming.
i have started another painting. it is based in my riverstone motif again but will not be limited to this alone. i intend to combine all of my favorite tecniques in the painting. i hopefully will start making something that will be fit to occupy one of the galleries around portland. it is becoming increasingly hard to find gallery space that can sell with the economy punishing would be buyers.