… but be forewarned. You’ve stumbled onto my patch of cyber “real” estate. If odd drawings of semi-naked, not-so-polite people will offend you, limit your views to the “Published Work” pages. Don’t go to the “For Self” pages, or scroll down this page.

The images herein are realist in that they are of things places and ideas. But they are not realistic because as I create from memory, not life and even if I did, I don’t have the talent to paint texture, lighting and movement accurately. The early ones are pen and ink as that was what I needed to work in to make a living. Then came Apple and Adobe, so for about 20 yrs my work was digital. But my post-career work has been mostly acrylic and brush.

Why go analog, you ask? The digital work required an association with corporations I’d rather not be paying for that privilege. And it reminds me of what I was and, for better or worse, am not longer. There is much anger/sadness there that I’d rather not feel anymore.

Now, for most of the time, I’ll be painting, so the things I make will not be as professional looking as before, but that’s not the point any more. I will still go retro—back to the future/digital, really—now and then when I feel like it. Who’s to say I can’t?

What I do (now, 2/10/20) seems to be a pastiche of surrealism and neue sacklichkeit, ironic in that those two -isms didn’t get along back in the day. Ironic pastiche? postmodern? please don’t call me that. Who I am, in spite of how I look, is not a nostalgic ex-hippie, but a cynical neo-beatnik. Really, beneath appearance and wishful thinking, I’m just a grumpy old man.

But in spite of all that I’ll listen to what you have to say about my work. I’ll comment on your comment, too. My social life is mostly chats with clerks and medical professionals so a conversion about art is well appreciated. Constructive criticism only! Remember you are a tourist here, so tread lightly and leave no trash.