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Howl– Now at West End Gallery




All hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
And that its own sweet will is Heaven’s will;
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.

–William Butler Yeats, A Prayer for My Daughter (1919)




I can see this new painting, Howl, as having two distinctly different interpretations.  Probably more when the experience and perceptions of others are considered. But from my personal perspective, the first, which is how I initially viewed it, is as a howl of indignation and defiant resistance against the prevailing winds of injustice, cruelty, and indecency.

Obviously, that interpretation takes current events into account. However, such a howl is certainly applicable in all times and places. There’s never a shortage of injustice, cruelty, or indecency.

The other way of reading it comes from a poem, A Prayer for My Daughter, William Butler Yeats wrote days after his daughter was born in 1919 during the early days of the Irish War for Independence. It, too, takes the current events of its time into account. It is written with the hope that as his daughter can resist the winds of hatred and anger and that she is not pulled along with them. And with the hope that she recognizes that she will always have the choice to find strength and contentment within herself even as the winds of hatred and anger swirl around her.

That though times are ugly, the world surrounding us can still be beautiful and wondrous.

I can easily see both of these views in this painting.  Both takes are really about resistance, about staying intact against the force that want to tear us apart. About staying true to ourselves and our humanity. About denying hatred and cruelty a place in ourselves.

It’s about holding our ground and issuing a howl. a bellow, a yawp borrowed from Whitman, that comes from the core of our being that says we will remain as we are and will not become that which we stand against.

Well, that’s what I see in it…

Howl is 8″ by 16″ on canvas and is part of my solo exhibit, Guiding Light, that opens next Friday, October 17 at the West End Gallery in Corning, NY. The show’s Opening Reception, which is free and open to all, runs from 5-7 PM on the 17th. The work for the show has been delivered and will be available for previews in the coming few days.

Gallery Talk is also scheduled at the West End Gallery for Saturday, November 1, beginning at 11 AM. Keep an eye out here for more details.

Not sure if this song applies at all to the painting or words above. I just felt like hearing it this morning. This is Stand from REM.




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In the Pocket of Time, 2014



The crystal sphere of thought is as concentrical as the geological structure of the globe. As our soils and rocks lie in strata, concentric strata, so do all men’s thinkings run laterally, never vertically.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Method of Nature (1841)



I came across the passage above from an Emerson essay and decided to look it up to find the context from which it came. It originated in an essay/oration that was written in the 1839-1841 period and was titled The Method of Nature.

I am still trying to glean the exact meaning of the essay but the section that contained the line above speaks about how those who, in any time, claim to have the answers to existential questions or insights into the deepest concerns of mankind eventually reveal themselves to be superficial. Their thoughts seldom, if ever, dig deeply enough to reveal eternal truths that might unify all people and times.

As he put it, their thinking runs laterally, not vertically.

I immediately felt that this might be applied to the painting the top, In the Pocket of Time. It’s a painting (30″ by 24″ on canvas) from 2014 that I brought to the Principle Gallery this past weekend as part of a group of work featured at my Gallery Talk there. It is from a subset of my Archaeology series that I call my Strata work. It is much like the Archaeology pieces without evidence of humans, focusing instead on the layers below the surface.

This particular painting from that Strata series has been with me for a while now. It hung for the last few years in a back bedroom/storage space of my studio. It reminds me of fine wine as it seems to get better with time. I am more and more struck by its surface finish and the rhythm of the strata, as well as how well it transmits its feeling and message from the wall. It’s a piece that speaks directly to me.

Putting Emerson’s thought to it deepened my appreciation of it. I could see in it how we deal always with what is presented on the surface and how seldom we recognize how much more there is to discover if we would only dig a little deeper.

That might be a gross simplification. Or not. Who knows? The words and the mage just seemed to click for me and maybe that’s enough to say.

Let’s tie this up with some music. Here’s a 1992 song from Peter Gabriel titled Digging in the Dirt.  The video is from the same time frame as his Sledgehammer song/video and, like it, this video has some interesting visuals.



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