The Sky Is Falling!

The world is in flux.

After a generation of relatively mild times, at least if you're from the US, everything seems as if it's been shaken and left to fall as it may. ISIS...the scariest of things, along with Climate Change which has taken a firm hold on our planet...is what scary stories are made up of...Barbarians bombarding the gates of civilization as civilization tries to figure out what to do...whether it's a real threat...YES...whether the rest of the world wants to take on another war...YES...this one is for real. Unfortunately it seems as if the rest of the world is tired out from all of the fake wars. Big bummer. It reminds of of the early days of the Nazis...when everyone thought the threat would go away, or wasn't really that bad, and no one did anything while the evil doers kept doing evil. And when the rest of the world woke up it was too late, at least for a less catastrophic retaliation. Are we at that same point? Watching this crazy, disciplined, group continue to march and triumph in city after city, while we dither about how to conduct an air campaign? It is not reassuring...

Flying Cowboys

A new theme to work with...Flying Cowboys. Revenge paintings, where the horse wins. And something whimsical in a way, with a bit of humor. Which is needed, humor, while we continue the long wait for the right buyer to come along and fall in love with our home.

Santa Fe awaits. A dream I've mulled over for forty-five years at least. Way before I headed east, to Manhattan and Connecticut and Delaware, where I've now lived over half my life.  Santa Fe seems Mecca. A place to breath and paint and explore. Near to family and old friends. Back west where so much is familiar and yet not. I long for the endless vistas and spanish flavors of architecture and food and ancient people. I long for escape. That's more like it. A place to curl up and forget the world and daily atrocities.

Ha. If only there were such a place. Perhaps through my paintings I am finding my perfect world.