“Accustom yourself every morning to look for a moment at the sky and suddenly you will be aware of the air around you, the scent of morning freshness that is bestowed on you between sleep and labor. You will find every day that the gable of every house has its own particular look, its own special lighting. Pay it some heed…you will have for the rest of the day a remnant of satisfaction and a touch of coexistence with nature. Gradually and without effort the eye trains itself to transmit many small delights.”
–Hermann Hesse, My Belief: Essays on Life and Art
I am going to take a short break from the blog to try to catch up on painting and other preparation for my June solo show, Entanglement, at the Principle Gallery. I feel like I am behind schedule but can’t tell if that is reality or just a feeling, maybe a by-product of pre-show anxiety. I just get the sense at the moment that I at least need to feel like I am caught up.
I didn’t want to leave without sharing a new painting from the Principle Gallery show. The piece at the top is one of the smaller paintings, 10″ by 10″ on wood panel, from the exhibit. I call it Gaining Understanding.
I thought the passage above, especially that first sentence, from Hermann Hesse was appropriate for this painting. It also pretty much describes my early morning walk through the woods to the studio, usually in darkness. So often I stop along the way and look through the trees at the sky. The bracing coolness of the forest air on my skin, which is still warm from sleep, is refreshing.
I find that I feel closer to some kind understanding on those days when I start them in this way. I feel sharper, more in tune with something beyond me. It has a calming effect that seems to slow time a bit.
This small painting reflects that feeling for me.
I’m going to leave it at that before taking this short break. Well, I’ll throw in a song as well. This is If I Could Only Fly from the late Blaze Foley. He’s probably not on your radar, unless you’re in Texas or have followed Outlaw Country or Americana music for a long time. Foley died in a shooting in 1989 at the age of 40, never really achieving wider notoriety. But his music lives on, providing a rich legacy, as do the many quirky stories of his life. As the late Townes Van Zandt said of Foley, “He’s only gone crazy once. Decided to stay.” The writing in this song and his enunciation reminds me greatly of the late John Prine which makes sense as Prine recorded Foley’s song Clay Pigeons for a 2006 album.
I’ll be back soon. Thanks!

Ahem. As the bumper sticker has it, I wasn’t born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could. Before I ran with the sailing crowd I sort-of-ran with a music crowd, and believe it or not, I’ve been to the Austin Outhouse, and I know about Blaze Foley. I only went to that ‘club’ once; I was equally intrigued and terrified, and never went back. But, it was an experience, and I did get to hear some good music. Blaze got shot, and I moved on to the Broken Spoke and Luckenbach and never looked back.
I will say I gained some understanding. If you’ve got five minutes, you’ll enjoy this.
I had a feeling that you may have known about Blaze or the Austin Outhouse. Thanks for the article! Sounds, both from the article and your own brief mention, like it was wild scene.