Wednesday, November 28, 2012


"kiana" 3 x 3 inches, acrylic on photopaper.

Jacob's Aunt Dolly sent a photo of her granddaughter, Kiana. I cropped it and painted her cute face. I will send it off to Indonesia soon.

Friday, November 23, 2012


"girl with a j necklace" 5.625 x 3.75 inches, acrylic on photopaper.

I did a series of casual, random shots at the state fair with the intention of making some paintings from them. This is the first trying a horizontal format.

Did you know:
In November of 1884, a group of citizens in the territory of Arizona wanted to organize an event with the family in mind. The very first Arizona Territorial Fair was held in Phoenix in late fall, near the Salt River west of Central Avenue. Fairgoers of the day were treated to horse, pony, and mule races along with exhibits including agriculture, home economics, and dairy and beef cattle. Fairs were held here annually until 1891, when the untamed Salt River flooded and destroyed the site's buildings and racetrack.

source: Arizona State Fair website

Wednesday, November 21, 2012


"sticks and stones" 3 x 3 inches, acrylic on photopaper.

Not being sure what I would work on, I started to look for stories of broken arms. I found an account of a riot in Glasgow dated April 25, 1821. It was in anger against the celebration of the birthday of King George the Fourth. After all the merriment and into the dark of night a mob, with extreme violence and force, broke into a riot:

The crowd, persisting in their attack, were ultimately driven back; but they renewed the conflict with sticks and stones, and severely wounded some of the soldiers. The patient forbearance of the Dragoons deserves the greatest praise, every man of this small party was cut and bruised; a serjeant and a private were unhorsed. The Lord Provost and the Head Gaoler were cut on the head. Several gentlemen, near them, were also wounded, more or less. One of the 41st was knocked out of the ranks. After some delay the Dragoons reinforced, advanced, and the crowd made off in various directions. During one of the evolutions of the Dragoons several hundred men, women, and children tumbled over each other. The confusion and cries of terror, as well as the loud lamentations for the loss of hats and shoes were striking. They who endeavored to get away by the wooden bridge soon blocked up the passage, and the first arch, 25 feet in width, broke down with the pressure. It was a terrific crash; the cries which arose from the sufferers were most piercing, and were re-echoed by others, little less fearful, from the spectators. A mingled mass of men, women, and boys were precipitated into the bed of the river. The water was not at the deepest more than 10 inches; but much injury was sustained from the fall and pressure. The police officers assisted the bystanders in carrying out the wounded, but the soldiers were by this time too much irritated to offer any aid. The unfortunate persons were conducted to the Town's Hospital, the Gaol and the Infirmary. Five of the sufferers were carried into the Gaol, four of them had broken legs, and one had a broken arm.
source: the Courier, London, Middlesex

It was good to get to work again after such a long time away.

Monday, November 19, 2012


A broken arm is holding me back from working for a little bit. I am going to try something this afternoon. Let's see how far I get.