New Zealand Show - Star Tribune Video by C.J.

Here's a link to the Video from the private collector's showing of the New Zealand Series at Richard and Kristen's house.

...and to the article in the Star Tribune which first mentions Robyne Robinson's (our very own chic art connoisseur , jewelery maker, and anchor-woman) trip to Urgent Care.

Below are screen captures from C.J.'s roughly edited video:

that's different...

Happy 25th Wedding Anniversary Larry and Carol.

Buenos tardes...

completed today
24"X24"
perhaps influenced by the colors of Mexico



my painting assistant

Working in Mexico

Listening to Kutiman!







Scorpion on eggshells

chorizo and scorpions

Posting food pictures is irresistible! Today's lunch: Pico de gallo, really fresh avocado, two fried eggs, and a special chorizo mix. The chorizo is the soft spicy Mexican kind fried with sliced plantains and banana chili peppers. An amazing balance of salty savory, hot and sweet.



I am fickle about arachnids. I don't mind spiders around the house, and sometimes if necessary I will gently usher both poisonous and harmless spiders out of the house on a peice of paper. I am, however, not so tolerant and magnanimous with scorpions.

My friends Richard and Kristen just returned from a trip to the fjordlands of New Zealand. It's one of the few places on earth where there are no scorpions. That's why everyone there is so chill.

Phoenix Airport

This is the first time I am blogging from an airport and marks a move toward the proper tone of a blog; as an actual web-log, an account of what is happening now. I must belabor you again with my descriptions of the sunlight.

To me the variations in light through time and geography are as diverse as regional accents, and I delight in most of them - especially Long Island. The accent. The sunlight too I suppose. But Phoenix is absolutely golden. The skin of the locals is equally golden. Everything seems to glint as if it were gilded and covered in tanning oil.

I wonder if our eyes change in different sunlights like sometimes our voices adopt that reciprocal lilt or drawl of someone we are speaking with?

I am going to Mexico. Again. I like the way it smells.

I am reading Everything is Illuminated, by Jonathan Safran Foer, and listening to Pandora Radio. Everything IS illuminated.

Music Sketch - The Missing One
48"X48"
Acrylic on canvas