Pictures & Blather

  • June 19, 2017 Success

    I don't know what success means. I never have. If I've had any, I've rarely felt it. But by most metrics I'm aware of, I haven't had that much. Of course the way you measure how well you've done has a...

  • June 12, 2017 Ask me about how I can help beautify your workplace...

    A couple weeks ago my friend Don invited me to his office at Columbia College to take a look at the wall across from his desk. He's been teaching writing there for twenty years and decided his workspa...

  • June 05, 2017 Riding the Rails

    Well, all the colors of the CTA anyway...

  • May 29, 2017 Old Friend

    I was waiting in the lobby of the Art Institute for Mark to walk me through the new Saul Steinberg show when a man giving directions to some visitors caught my eye. I'd been spacing out for about fift...

  • May 22, 2017 Rainbo sho

    I've written about the series of paintings and drawings I did in the garage behind Bernice's here before. Now all nine of them will be hanging at a v...

  • May 15, 2017 A Stranger's Table

    Marty asked me to make a painting to remember a friend by. He sent me photographs of a desk covered with pens, pencils, papers, and various electronics, presided over by an imposingly darkened compute...

  • May 08, 2017 Painting paintings of paintings

    Last week in San Francisco, I went to see the Matisse/Diebenkorn show . It's a beautifully put together exhibition which would've been perfect if...

  • May 01, 2017 Theater Reviews

    I've been enjoying writing capsule theater reviews for the Reader the last couple months. Chicago is an embarrassment of riches when it comes to plays of all stripes. Here are some recent ones:

  • April 24, 2017 Bridgeport All-Star

    I've lived in Bridgeport over two years now. It's about the fifth neighborhood I've tried since coming to Chicago twenty-seven years ago, but probably the first one I truly feel a part of. At least as...

  • April 17, 2017 It's a small world but I wouldn't wanna paint it

    A couple weeks ago, during Saturday gallery hours, a couple young guys came in to take a look at my show. They looked too young to be art collectors but after a few minutes the blond one took out a wa...