Today there is none of that other stuff here– I won’t even utter the “P” word here this morning. As promised, today is about art and music.
This morning I want to link a song and a painting and the piece shown above immediately came to mind. It’s a 20″ by 10″ canvas titled Voyager Blue that is included in my current show, Contact, at the West End Gallery. It has a definite narrative to it, with the small almost indistinguishable figure at the horizon serving as The Seeker, which is often the character that figures portray when they appear in my work. The Seeker constantly searches for meaning, for purpose and for answers in this life.
The song I thought I would attach to this painting is the great folk classic The Midnight Special. This song, whose lyrics first appeared in 1905, is about a prisoner who longs for his freedom and symbolizes it in the form of The Midnight Special, a night train that would carry them away from the despair of their imprisonment. There was an actual Midnight Special train that ran between Chicago and St. Louis but the one depicted in this song is considered to be more likely a train on the Missouri Pacific line, the Houstonian, that ran between Houston and New Orleans, departing just before midnight.
But maybe it simply refers to the night train that is nearest to the prisoner singing for his freedom.
This song has been recorded many, many times over the past century by artists from Leadbelly to ABBA but today I chose a version from the Queen of American folk music, Odetta. It has a nice bluesy sway to it and seems like a good song to push off from on this Sunday morning.
Have a great day. I hope the Midnight Special shines her ever-loving light on you.



This new painting, titled Linked, is a 12″ by 36″ canvas. It is one of the works from my new show, Contact, that is now hanging at the West End Gallery. The show officially opens tomorrow, Friday, July 22, with an opening reception at the gallery that runs from 5-7:30 PM. As always, the opening is free and everyone is welcome.
We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.
There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
It’s been a warm summer. I guess for some of us that’s an understatement. The mowed lawns are burned to the color of Shredded Wheat and ponds show more and more of their banks as the water levels slowly descend. There’s a dustiness in the air from the driveway that coats everything and the thickness of the heat has me dreaming of hopefully cooler days ahead in the fall and winter.
Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
Pictures must be miraculous: the instant one is completed, the intimacy between the creation and the creator is ended.
Solitude is the place of purification.
What a time, what a time…