Saturday, October 16, 2010

La Grande

...heading through the town of La Grande, Oregon. As we turn east, the sun's rays angle sharply against a lone Texaco station, setting the gas pumps ablaze in light. We drive underneath its towering red stars, the glory of a former republic, flanked by a regiment of telephone poles, whose shadows stretch across the roadway in staggered formation.

2010, Acrylic on wood panel, 24" x 28"

Friday, October 15, 2010


Parallel yellow lines of a crossing, the receding street and buildings on 22nd and Fair Oaks...all angling their way into the quiet space of my neighborhood laundromat in the Mission. Caught somewhere between in and out, left hanging in the balance, is the eroding edict --WASH.

Convergence, Acrylic on Cherry/mahogany support, 28" x 36".

Saturday, October 9, 2010

22nd Street

A few years ago I lived in Brooklyn on 22nd street. When I stepped out onto my front porch and looked past the DEAD END sign and beyond that... past END, I could just see the hint of a derelict ship docked under the Brooklyn Queens Expressway, shoved between parked commuter cars, cranes and warehouses. Patches of yellow ochre tarnished her hull in rings. She stood draped in heavy wires and rope, and this made her seem to list slightly starboard. The name, "Panama," was peeling on her bow. I imagined at one time she had dragged her oily cargo, stored in rows of metal tanks across her deck, through the gulf and along the Atlantic seaboard into the murky Gowanas Canal. Now as cars whizzed overhead along the BQE and tiny oysters sucked at her bottom, she rocked silently, left here to rot in these foreign waters.

2010, 21" x 27" Acrylic on panel

Saturday, July 31, 2010