And then they stole our solace
(I can’t cry no more)
And then they stole our peace
(I can’t cry no more)
With countless acts of malice
(I can’t cry no more)
And hatred without cease
(I can’t cry no more)
—Cry No More, Rhiannon Giddens
I have been painting intently for my annual June solo show at the Principle Gallery. The title for this year’s show, which opens June 13, is Entanglement. I am not ready to start sharing the details or work from this show yet except to say that it is providing the excitement I need to get me through the current state of this country and the world in general. I can’t completely turn off the sound and fury of the outer world nor my reactions to it. With what is taking place, to not have a reaction is unnatural.
I am not going to list or go into details of the atrocities that make me want to scream. There are too many in the firehose of horror with which we are being soaked. Just one or two of these would have people up in arms in normal times.
But these are not normal times. And unusual times require unusual effort.
I wanted to share a video and song that speaks to it in a way.
It is from one of my favorites, the talented Rhiannon Giddens, who studied opera at the Oberlin Conservatory and has become a force in Folk/ Americana/ World Music. The song, Cry No More, was written by Giddens in the aftermath of the 2015 Charleston, SC church shooting in which 9 church members were murdered. It’s probably hard to remember. There have been so many mass shootings in the years since that we barely notice anymore, to our great shame, when only 3 or 4 or 5 people are killed let alone a shooting from ten years back.
The words at the top appear in a frame at the end of the video. These words and the lyrics of the song serve as a powerful reminder that we get what we put up with and that to be silent is to accept this status quo.
All the tears in the world accomplish nothing unless they are followed with a powerful and unified voice.
So, cry no more.
Know your history. Know your mind. Speak up. Be loud.
I am sharing two versions of the song. The first is the original, shot in a Greensboro, NC church. It is spare and powerful with only her hand drum– an Irish bodhran— as accompaniment. The second is a zoom session from the pandemic year of 2020. More accompaniment and layered but maintaining its full power.








There are colors that really trigger reactions within me. Most people would no doubt think that the color red would be the main one and perhaps they are right. The Red Tree is certainly the thing that would come to mind for those who know my work. And Red Roofs and Red Chairs.
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.
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.