Tappan Road Serenade, Oil on Canvas, Private Collection
I uploaded yet another new (old) gallery. The Bay Shore features older work that now resides in personal collections throughout mostly the east coast.
I am an expatriate of New Jersey. Burdensome property taxes, unresponsive bureaucracy, limits on personal freedom and vicious attacks on the constitution by elected officials made it a no-brainer when I decided to relocate. Continue reading »
Filly’s Roadhouse is a local tavern on the outskirts of AJ, near the base of the Superstition Mountains.
By the name, you know this is a honkytonk bar.
I have been spending as much time in the studio as possible – but when the temps hover at 115° as they have this week, the window unit air conditioner fights to keep the temps in the studio at a comfortable level. The nice thing about the high temps and low humidity are that the oils dry quickly and I can continue working in finer detail than I am used to.
The current one has a little way to go – it is not quite done, but I am getting there.
Yes, all of my paintings are for sale. One of the difficulties of relocating faced by the artist is building a new clientele.
The web design business is no big deal – this is the information age were communication possible no matter where you are in the world. Even when I lived in the same state as half of my clients we rarely ever had to meet in person.
But selling art is an altogether different bird. Collectors like to know the artist, even if it is merely in a capacity as an acquaintance. Back east, I had an assortment of collectors, and it was rare for a painting, once off the easel, to sit around the studio for more than a couple months. Suffice to say, that is not an issue here in AZ.
I am starting from the ground up, getting involved with the local artist communities and looking for venues to exhibit. In addition to my well known bar series, I have been painting quite a few desert landscapes. This was the first of the series, and I was – still am – experimenting with style and trying to find my way.