First thing this morning, many thanks to everyone who came out to the West End Gallery on Friday night for the opening of my show there. I am most appreciative for anyone who takes the time on a hot Friday summer evening to come into the gallery. It was great seeing old and new friends as well as seeing how they reacted to the work, which was hung beautifully by Lin and Jesse. They did a great job pairing the paintings with original glass work — each seemed to reflect and enhance the other.
Again, many thanks for making this a great show. If you haven’t had a chance to get into the West End Gallery, please do try soon. The show hangs until September 2. I will also be giving a Gallery Talk on Saturday, August 6 from 1-2 PM at the gallery. As is now tradition, there will be some sharing so mark the date and try to come on in.
This morning is the end of the Tour de France, the incredible bike race that is one of my favorite events of every summer. This last day is generally a ceremonial stage, with the riders coming into Paris en masse for a final end of race for one final sprint to the finish line.
The race leader this year is past two-time Tour winner Chris Froome, a Kenyan-born Brit whose skinny frame hides a huge diesel motor within that seems to just chug and chug without end. Froome’s dominance is quite remarkable but just enduring such a race is incredible in itself. Three weeks with only two days of rest that covers about 2100 miles that wind around France and neighboring countries, up and over the highest peaks and mountain passes in the Alps and Pyrenees.
It is speed, strength and sheer endurance mixed in with the toughness to scramble up after hitting the road at 45 MPH and continue riding a tough course for another 50 miles. Imagine running half and full marathons nearly every day for three weeks over rugged terrain in all sorts of weather. That’s the Tour.
I always hate to see it end.
So for this Sunday morning music here’s a French classic, La Vie en Rose, sung by the wondrous Rhiannon Giddens. It is a gorgeous version that she mad in response to the terror attacks in France last year. Unfortunately, it applies this year as well.
But be optimistic and have a great Sunday!

I am really swamped in the studio getting work ready for my upcoming show at the West End Gallery. Too much to d0 so I wasn’t going to write anything today except maybe mention the start this morning of this year’s Tour de France, one of the great spectacles of world sport. This great bicycling event starts at Mont Saint Michel, an old abbey on a tidal island off the of coast Normandy, France. As you can see in the photo above, it’s an amazing sight, one that always stirs some mysterious emotional response within me.
I was looking at some older paintings in the studios, my orphans as I call them. But some are not orphans, not without a home. Some are just here because they are my own and have some sort of special meaning for me. Such is the case with the piece above, Endless Time. It’s a piece that I consider a link to my earliest works, a reminder of the inner forces that drove me into the work I now do.
I spent ninety percent of my money on wine, women and song and just wasted the other ten percent.
It’s hard to believe that Paul Simon has been a major part of the American songbook for over 50 years, since The Sound of Silence arrived back in 1964. If you want to get technical, Simon has been writing and recording since 1957. So it’s closer to 60 years. And through all that time, he has continued to move forward, never opting to cruise by on a well-built reputation and a deep body of stellar work.
I’ve been looking for a title for this new painting, an 18″ by 18″ canvas, for a week or so now. A lot of things come to mind and I thought I had it for a while. Then I was listening to some music and one of the songs just hit me.
I’m so glad that he let me try it again
Be Cheerful, Live your life– that is the translation of the words on this mosaic.