Supporting the Artist

You hear it all over the city now. Support the Arts. There are galleries everywhere, from the upscale places to the bakery or bistro or salon. When people hear support the arts, at least those who can afford to, tend to contribute to a foundation or museum.

What happens to the artist? They work at the bistro or salon or grocery store. I talked to a gallery owner in an attempt to get some help so I could buy supplies and he said the days when an artist didn’t need to have another job were gone. This is the state arts are in. The artist comes home from work tired. Just like everyone does. His time for creating is gone. The art that might have been will never be. It is lost.

At the same time people decorate their homes and businesses with mass produced reproductions. Will Monet, Picasso or Klee benefit? Maybe. But they won’t be paid.

I’m asking people who are decorating to look at original works. You can go on line and find unlimited artists. You can find something you really like for no more than you would pay for a well framed copy of something everyone has already seen. And you get something unique. There is only one in the world and it is yours.

I don’t think most people understand what it means to an artist to sell something. It gives them confidence and adds a sense of meaning to their work. It validates their existence.

So I say if you want to support the arts, support the artist. You will not believe the difference you will be making.


undiscovered picasso

How I almost quit smoking.

If you have never smoked tobacco, good for you. If you have, and especially if you were heavily addicted and have quit, I am in awe of your resolve. Awhile ago I quit. It was more out of lacking tobacco money than wanting to stop, or be healthier, or not stink. it was one of the worst weeks ever. The first day wasn’t bad. the second I was very edgy. By the third day I was tired, utterly depressed and could not think of anything except how I might get a cigarette. After a few days of just sitting around being miserable I went to the basement and found a nice little piece of cherry wood. With saw and drill I fashioned a pipe. I took a screen from an old faucet and put it in the bowl to keep chunks from going into my mouth. Then I went out below the back porch where I knew I had thrown a lot of cigarette butts. I started collecting stinky sometimes a little muddy or soggy butts and emptying any tobacco left in them into my homemade pipe. It was heavenly. I collected a lot of these and emptied them into a little container to let the tobacco dry out a little. I started thinking about how many butts there must be in the world and how I could smoke forever even if I had no money. It was all very pathetic. I finally bought some tobacco. I tried to tell myself that some people are just supposed to smoke, that tobacco is my true friend, that it is my religion. But I knew I was lying to myself and that it is just an addiction. I decided that I don’t want to be addicted to anything. So now I am slowly reducing my smoking, day by day. I smoke the equivalent of about two cigarettes a day now and I know I can succeed in quitting, just not cold turkey. That method is for the birds.

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Charcoal Drawings   18×24    $300

The Clearing

I’m going to talk about one of my paintings, The Clearing. It looks on the surface to be a Doctor Doolittle thing, a guy talking to animals. The animals listen intently. In my mind he is telling them that they should run for it. The area is going to be cleared to make room for the ever expanding humans.

I’ll call the fellow the omnipotent woodsman. He is at one with the creatures and nature, but has no control over the humans. Who does? They just keep coming. They always pick the most beautiful spots to move into and before you know it the places aren’t beautiful anymore. And they breed. They don’t know when to stop or even slow down a little. They don’t even seem to care if it will certainly be the end of all of them.

So the painting is really about overpopulation. I am not as well spoken or as nice a guy as Bryan Welch, publisher of Mother Earth News. His article A Vision for a Better World should be read by everyone. Personally I think that anyone who chooses to have more than two children is being irresponsible to all of earths inhabitants including their own kids.

Any way I had a lot of fun painting these animals and trying to give each one a personality. If you look at the big horn sheep he is looking you in the eye and saying “What are you going to do about this?” My favorite is the grasshopper. I have an affinity for them. I talk to them sometimes and I have seen that each one has a distinct personality, as do all creatures. If you take some time to go outside to feel the pulse and breath and life of this planet you will find you can sense how the earth itself is a living being. A being who can care for and provide for everyone, providing we don’t allow ourselves to become an infestation. When that happens she will find a way to rid herself of us.


These are charcoal sketches and drawings that I have done recently just for practice. They are 18 x 24 inches, the sketches (first ten) are $100. The drawings (last 2) are $200. Shipped in a tube, $10 shipping and handling.

Where is the line?

I have found the line between what is acceptable as fine art and what is not.

Is it:
Quality of construction? No.
Art that self destructs is a genre.
It’s not subject matter.
Anything goes. Even shock value has lost it’s shock and it’s value.
Composition? Again, no.
A popular form is to inspire the urge to take the piece down and turn it another way.


It is Superhippo. I created him in high school at age 15. It was 1970.
My art teacher tried hard to make me stop drawing him but my notebooks filled up with Superhippo and his supporting cast. Hippie Hippo, Prostitute Hippo, Cop Hippo and others. I sewed a Superhippo on my jean jacket. I made a big paper mache Superhippo which hung in my room. These things are gone now. Recently I missed him so I painted him. Mostly just for myself and to remember a time when I knew everything.

I hung the painting in my solo show in the Underground Gallery at the Kansas City Artists Coalition in June. The River Market Regional Exhibition was upstairs at the time. Juror Jerry Saltz took the time to come downstairs and discuss my work. He liked a lot of it and said I was “Ready”. ( He didn’t specify for what.) He gave the advice to “Stay away from the comic book stuff.” He was referring to Superhippo.

In a blog, Tracy Abeln, art reviewer for The Pitch magazine, called my show “well worth while” but called Superhippo “ridiculous and out of place”. This actually made me very happy. And finally Marina, my wife, was not thrilled that he is the second image under the category of paintings on my website.

So if you want to be a good judge of fine art just think about Superhippo. If what you see is less silly than he is, it is OK. If it is sillier or goofier or more ridiculous than him, it is not OK.

So thank you Superhippo for providing us all with a way to evaluate the vast and previously confusing world of art.

These are charcoal sketches and drawings that I have done recently just for practice. They are 18 x 24 inches, the sketches (first seven) are $100. The drawings (last 5) are $200. Shipped in a tube, $10 shipping and handling.