Abstractions and Minimalism

Lately I’ve been thinking of Rothko, and then sometimes, Monet and Ellsworth Kelly and Norman Lewis and Piet. Then there's my current fascination with composers, Julius Eastman and John Adams... both are recent discoveries.


A Fallen Queen in Cobalt Blue

I found her in exile. Cast out to live among the detritus in a forgotten stairwell at the top of a printing house. Once opulent, she now suffers the indignities of dust and unmended cracks in her otherwise regal facade.  Still giving face with the best of them... her "Vogue" is everything.

A Fallen Queen, ready for her close-up.

Impression, No.7

Tennis Court After the Rain

The Painted Tower

The Cyclist

Bagatelle with Yellow

the words never really mattered

Breathing Yellow

i am the one on the left and she loves me still

And All The While The Distance Grows Between You and Me