The Polyphonic Spree
ok, so these folks are a little twee, and they DO look like a bunch of hippies who took over the church choir...but work with me here and give it a listen. Just reach for the sun, ok?
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
My Father
I'm thinking about my father tonight. He died 5 years ago. By a twist of fate, the calendar lines up with the same days of the week this year, so the years sort of fade away.
This is where my folks lived before I was born. It is a bungalow on a farm just west of Abilene, TX. My dad was managing an oil field for my grandfather after World War II. They left here for him to attend Texas Tech to get a geology degree. That's when I entered the picture.
I think I took this picture in 1973. At that time he was managing the oil field again, though it was only producing stripper wells by then. My folks lived in town, but he went out every day to keep the pumps producing, even though it was just dribs and drabs. I always enjoyed going out to the field with him. I know nothing about the oil business, but it was great to spend time with him in the car, talking about this and that.
This is the summer that I had fallen in love with Judy. I remember talking with him about my life, and my decisions. He was also completely supportive of me making my own choices. Judy and I got married the following June, and his advice stuck.
I really miss him, with his good advice and sense of humor.
This ones for you, WD.
This is where my folks lived before I was born. It is a bungalow on a farm just west of Abilene, TX. My dad was managing an oil field for my grandfather after World War II. They left here for him to attend Texas Tech to get a geology degree. That's when I entered the picture.
I think I took this picture in 1973. At that time he was managing the oil field again, though it was only producing stripper wells by then. My folks lived in town, but he went out every day to keep the pumps producing, even though it was just dribs and drabs. I always enjoyed going out to the field with him. I know nothing about the oil business, but it was great to spend time with him in the car, talking about this and that.
This is the summer that I had fallen in love with Judy. I remember talking with him about my life, and my decisions. He was also completely supportive of me making my own choices. Judy and I got married the following June, and his advice stuck.
I really miss him, with his good advice and sense of humor.
This ones for you, WD.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
My Printmaking set at Flickr
This is a selection of my prints made at Fleisher Art Memorial, a community art center in Philadelphia, PA. Click on the white triangle, then click on the right side of the image to advance to the next slide. Enjoy!
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Come See My Work
We interrupt this musical interlude for an important announcement: Two of my silkscreen prints have been accepted for the Philadelphia Sketch Club's Annual Juried Exhibition of "Works on Paper 2009", January 9th through January 25th, 2009. This piece was accepted for the show in the upstairs gallery. A second piece from the fall semester at Fleisher Art Memorial was accepted in the downstairs Salon de Refuse.
The Sketch Club is at 235 South Camac St. in Center City. The gallery hours are Mon., Wed., Fri., Sat., Sun. 1 to 5 PM. If you're free on Sunday, come to the opening reception from 2 to 4 PM, 215-545-9298.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
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