” Dianne the huntress “

My brain is worn and torn from all the news. I get relief by going into the studio, the problems in painting are less wearing than Trump mania. I rummaged through some old work and rested my worn out brain on ” Diane the huntress” she had her problems but not political.

I was recently given a catalogue of a show of paintings by Marcia Marcus. Her daughter Kate Prendergast helped put the catalogue and show together at the Firestone gallery. She is a fine artist and has been under appreciated for years. She come from the same period as Alex Katz and the same teacher Edward Dickenson. Both her work and the work of Katz is flat. But what we have to remember is that all painting is two dimensional so I feel flat is not the correct description. All painting is two dimensional and over the centuries artists have used all kids of approaches like perspective to achieve space. But space in painting does not exist. You want space look at sculpture. So for Marcus’s work to be called flat is wrong.
Hans Hoffman used the term ” Push and pull” Now that does not work to make a work three dimensional it, is optical in effect that brings the work to life, but not optical as in op-art that makes ones eyes jump all over the place. Push and pull makes not just the eye work but also the senses. Marcus’s comes to life through bringing a moment to life by catching a moment in time a moment we can all share.

I was working on a hotel roof over looking the dunes with a bunch of guys in Truro Cape Cod one summer day in 1958. One of hose guys was my brother Terry. It was a bright sunny day and across the dunes came a woman striding like a goddess with two Russian wolf hounds There was some hooting and whistling. Terry looked and said that’s gonna be my wife. He jumped from the roof and took after her. They met and they did get married and had two beautiful daughters Kate and Jane. My work here reminds me of that occasion though I did not paint it with that in mind. Women at one time where seen as Goddesses. With the current situation with women that time may be coming around again.

Three years in paradice. ” Bread and sand”

Just two and a half weeks and it begins to get lighter. Winter is a tough time to get through and I can understand why people head south in the winter. In 1973-4-5 I spent winters in St Barths. It was a different place in those days and we camped on the beach. There where very few cars. We walked every where. There are seven beautiful beaches there, we lived on one, St Jean, the rest we walked to. One of the great things was we had no newspapers magazines TV cell phones or computers. Once in awhile we would get a Time magazine from a tourist and find out what strange things where taking place in the world. It is a changed Island now, a hide out for the super wealthy and the harbor is full mega yachts. I did a lot of earth works there as it was not conducive for painting.

My beautiful picture
My beautiful picture
My beautiful picture

“The long journey”

Keep trucking. Old sixties saying.
There is no retiring from painting. I am old and parts of me are worn out, hands , legs. Standard for old age. But still I paint on. Not like in my younger days when I built and stretched canvasses endlessly. The spirit is still there. I think of Matisse, and Picasso painting on. The difference is that they had assistants. de Koning when old would paint all day then leave his studio, come back in the morning and all of his brushes would be clean and if he needed a canvass they stood waiting for him. Lucky guy, but he had known hard times also. So we paint on regardless of our fortunes. I consider myself lucky to still be working and searching for the elusive truth that once in awhile lands before you, captured in paint.

” Black Angel”

” Black Angel” Not sure how that title came about. Always think of angels as being white, I like to see them as multicolored now, as if they ever existed. I recall a church in Italy that was festooned with paintings. Most of them where about hell. Demons all over the place poking and prodding naughty people with long pitch forks and spears. These painting are aimed at the church goers reminding them to stay in line and behave. I am not a religious man, though as a child I went to bible class and many of the parables stayed with me such as The Good Samaritan. One does not have to be religious to be kind. The painting in the church catered to those who could not read, which was common in the old days. The priests could give a fire and brimstone sermon on a Sunday but as the old saying goes” A picture is worth a thousand words” And so we paint on and on. The Leonardo Da Vinci sold for four and a half million bucks a few weeks ago is a puzzling thing. We all ask why.

Lets save the elephants.

What is it with Trump. Rolling back the protection of wild life. Is it just because his son likes to hunt, fancying himself as Hemmingway. The picture of him holding up an elephants tail with a knife he has just used to cut it off. His father, Donald Trump senior abuser of women and supporter of child molesters wants to really be a royal family and lord it over everyone. Lets get together and dethrone him.

Dump the Loony Trump

Trump is a menace to society. Already we are feeling the effects of his handy work. The Keystone pipeline has sprung a leak. That means if there is an aquafer below the spill the water will be unusable for god knows how long. This is but one thing. With the roll back of so many laws put in place to protect us from predator bankers and oil speculators by thoughtful Obama he is destroying our environment, all for what/ Money. He is all about money, that’s all he knows.
Now the sex scandals. I hope all the women he abused come out of the woodwork and tell their stories as they have done with Rob Moore and Al Franken. He is silent on the Moore issue but blasting Franken. Let’s get this twit impeached before he goes berserk and destroys the world we live in and have put up safe guards for our children and grandchildren. Do what you can to banish this lunatic.

” Anger “

My beautiful picture
” Anger “

Looking back through some old work I found a work called ” Anger ” !966. I was living in Manhattan at this time and the Viet Nam war was raging. There where anti war marches all over the place. Even a march on Washington to levitate the White House. There was a lot of anger in the air as body bags where arriving daily from the war. I vented my spleen on a few paintings.
This painting represents Adam and Eve being tossed out of Eden. I am not a religious person as I feel most wars are bought about by religion. Right now in this country the president, Trump, is using religion to sow discord and anger thought the nation. He, Trump is a fool. Apparently he watches Fox new and believes their dishonest reports. He is angry because he cannot get his own way the way he was able to in private business by bullying.

figurative expressionist artist …………………………………………………………… This is a blog by the artist expressing thoughts on his own paintings as well as experiences with others relating to his daily life and life of painting since the 1950s. …………………………………………………………………. Paintings are posted with words from Bill that are as varied as extolling on the successes of his children, JZ and Liza, to the milestones of his grandchildren and on to his memories of fellow artists, collectors and shows. His art and words touch on things like politics, religion and the weather. ……………………………………………… For Bill, art and life are interwoven. ……………………………………. …………………………………