New Work: Cat Lady Wine Bar, 16″ (w), 12″ (h), acrylic paint on gallery wrapped canvas with hand sculpted details.
Here’re links to detail prints of the original:
Awkward Date, 8″ x 8″ print, click HERE
Cat Lady Bar, 8″ x 10″ print, click HERE
Someone at the Allentown Art Festival asked me why Buffalo is called the Queen City. I had to admit that I had no idea — so I did little research.
Way back in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s Buffalo was the largest and most prosperous city on the Great Lakes — so we became the Queen City. While Buffalo has seen more than it’s share of struggles over the past century we are making a proud come back. And once again we will be proving ourself to be, in fact, the Queen City — although anyone from here has always known that there was a lot of good to be had here, even if our crown needed polishing.
This is one of my latest Buffalo paintings: Queen City Beer. It’s 18″ (H) x 24″ (w)
Here’s the final version of my new painting: Dreamscape No.1: Head and Heart Disconnect. It’s varnished and hanging in my computer room — I want to live with it for a while.
Even though it may seem creepy it’s not meant to be. It’s based on a recurring dream I had in the Fall of 2015. After having the dream 4 or 5 times and waking up rattled I looked up dream meanings: I found a passage about head and heart disconnect. The dream was supposed to signify that the dreamer was doing something that was in direct conflict with her beliefs and values. There was no head in the dream — just the functioning, decapitated body.
It’s funny how our brains work. Once I took the time to look up the meaning of the dream (which is something I RARELY do) it was obvious to me what my sleeping brain was trying to tell me.
Since then the dream has vanished — but it prompted me to make some adjustments in my life. And no, none of them involve decapitation 🙂
The story of the dream is written on her shirt; here’s what it says:
In the dream her head was gone. It wasn’t creepy or scary. There was no blood, it was just odd. She was walking around interacting with a group of co-workers and they didn’t seem to notice or care. I was very curious. In one of the dreams I was above her looking into her stump. Again – it wasn’t scary. But I wanted to know – was she dead? Was she alive? And if she was alive then how did she breathe? Could she see? She had no eyes. Could she hear without ears? Did she need to eat? Could she taste? What was she? It was just so odd. And the dream came again and again…..