I am busy getting ready for this Saturday’s Gallery Talk at the West End Gallery. You wouldn’t think it would take much preparation, would you? I show up and talk for a while. End of prep. And from a few of the many talks I’ve given over the years, that would appear to be the extent of my preparation.
But I really do try to have an idea of some ideas I want to get across in these talks. Sometimes, it focuses on an anecdote or two or a thought that has been floating around with me for some time. So, I try to collect these ideas and commit them to memory so that I can go to them when the time arises.
But the main preparation comes in continually telling myself to allow myself to be absolutely transparent and honest when I am up there in front of the group. That can mean admitting to my shortcomings and flaws to people that I’ve sometimes never seen before. I know that sounds awful when taken at face value, something no one really wants to face. Who wants to confess anything to strangers?
But, as an artist, there is great value in those moments. There is catharsis in the act of confession, revelation in the exposing of one’s vulnerabilities. It’s like wiping off layers of dust from a mirror — what may have been obscured is now evident. And for me, that is a vital part of my creative process. Without it, I may as well be a chimp with fingerpaints.
So, my prep consists of readying my willingness to reveal vulnerability. Believe me when I say that it takes some doing.
Another part is choosing a painting to give away at the end of the talk. I spend a lot of time, going back and forth on what to give away. As I have said in the past, I want it to be a meaningful piece, something that actually hurts me a little bit to give away. I am really struggling to choose a piece for this talk. I have a couple in mind but keep changing my mind because part of me doesn’t want to give them away. And that little pang of regret makes me think I am close to choosing.
I will let you know in the next day or so.
So, to sum up: Gallery Talk this Saturday, August 5, at the West End Gallery in Corning. There will be refreshments, a drawing for one of my paintings, maybe a few other assorted giveaways and, if my preparations work out as planned, a darn good conversation.
There is also a small group of new paintings that are coming with me including the little piece shown above. It’s petite in size only. I call it Drift Away. Here’s the song from Dobie Gray from many years back. If you are of a certain age, you have no doubt heard this song a thousand times and have the chorus permanently etched in your brain tissue. But it’s still a good listen.
Here’s an update for upcoming events on my schedule for the next couple of months:
Many, many thanks to everyone who came out to the Gallery Talk at the Principle Gallery on Saturday. While I wasn’t as sharp as I would have liked, everything (including the giveaways at the talk’s end!) went off really well and it was great to speak with so many folks that I only get to see once in a great while.






For thus hath the Lord said unto me, Go, set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth.
This painting is 8″ by 24″ on canvas and is titled, of course, Watchman. It is coming with me to the Principle Gallery this Saturday, September 17, when I give my Gallery Talk there beginning at 1 PM. There will be a group of new paintings including this piece as well as a group of selected pieces from my studio that will only be available for that day.
If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.
I have written here several times about my dislike for the month of August, most recently in a post from last year called
First, too many thanks to send out to everyone who made yesterday’s talk at the West End Gallery such a fun event. That may well be one of the most enjoyable talks I’ve participated out of the many that I’ve done. What a wonderful and engaged group of folks! They were so welcoming and warm that it made me feel very comfortable and free to tell my little stories. I had a good time and I hope they did as well.





