Music Monday - Mansfield and Mantovani

Here is a new find. A Herschfeld cover for Manovani. And in other news: For Valentine's Day, Annie took me to a concert. The Texas Gypsies performed at the Farr Best Opry in Mansfield, Texas. An excellent show. Mike Sizer gave us one of the finsest soprano sax solos I have ever heard. Thanks Mike. Fun talking to you too. Also: Jeff says today is the birthday of the Telecaster Guitar.

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Sunday Funnies - Due to?

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Saturday's Child - Cap and Playclothes

George. What else does one need to know?

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Found Friday - Well, it's just about the only place I ever go -

ANOTHER grocery list Let's get the important stuff out of the way first.

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Wordless Wednesday - Where a Painting Comes From

My Own Wordless Wednesday

Well okay, I added these words later.

I did ten paintings with the question, "Why does a painting have to BE something?" With some observers, looking at a painting is like trying to find something familiar in shapes of clouds. "Oh look! That part looks like my dog!"

So I worked on a series of paintings that would be nothing in particular. Nothing real, nothing surreal, no communication, no emotional message, no mood, no display of technique, no decorator accessory. “That’s just the right size and color for over my couch.”

I was determined to just let the bare canvas suggest where to start. Let the marks ask what to do next. Let the color tell what other color is needed. Which style? Which technique?

All the while, there should be no effort to BE something. Except what the paint asked.

It took about six canvases before one really evolved like that. It is difficult to disassociate with the real world. There was no horizon, no direction. No randomness, no discipline. It was just what the canvas asked for.

I suppose someone, sometime, will inevitably see their dog in it somewhere. The mind strives to put everything into the familiar.

But at least I don’t, in this case anyway. I see only how I responded to an empty canvas. We talked.

Three Soldiers

and a dog and a lurker After I did the bit of adjusting that I normally do to bring out details I decided to go on an do a some restoration since it is such a lovely photograph. I tried to maintain the aged feeling of the print and still repair some of the damage. There was nothing added. The details were all there, just very faint. As usual, I retained a before and after copy.

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Wordless Wednesday - I know this stuff.

My own Wordless Wednesday

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