Yes I had my first solo show this year back in March here is a photo of me and the painting Lingering Smoke.
9'X6' - oil on canvas and board -SOLD
16 December, 2008
DEAD BLOGS
Well I'm back, where did I go ? Who knows really been a very long year some great some bad, some one told me my blog sucked and I could not write, that all may be true I think and then I had these great posts from a trip that got all spammed by porn, could not figure out how to delete them and I gave up. I think I may have learned how to paint and enjoy the process this year however not much else seems to be working all that well and have more questions about life then answers.
30 November, 2007
Winter Rain
Well the winter rains have arrived putting out the last of the fires here in southern California for now. This painting is of palm trees, bright blue sky and the first hint of smoke from a wild fire that will soon darken the other wise seemingly perfect day
I'll be safe and warm on a Winter's day. 12"x12" oil on board -SOLD
21 November, 2007
15 November, 2007
Hollywood Hills
Tom Ford, Marc Jacobs appearing nude- well if they can do it so can I, it's my blog right?
This photo was taken last March I had just moved to LA, I was asked to pose for naked photographs, some of the images of me ended up on greeting cards why you ask did i do it? - my ego at age 45 suffice to say was more then happy to say yes.
26 October, 2007
Joan Didion
To the Editor:
It was evening of the third day of fires whipped by the infamous Santa Ana winds. It felt like sunset on another planet as I saw a truck drive slowly by with a driver staring up at the palm tree in our front yard.
Later, there was a knock on the door. I answered. It was the truck driver. He offered to buy the palm tree in our front yard.
There was an eerie silence as I stood there in the orange smoky haze, ashes falling like snow on Mercury, and blinked two or maybe three times.
By motivation, this had absolutely nothing to do with the fire — it just seemed like something that would happen in Southern California.
As I quietly closed the door, I thought about Joan Didion; she would understand this.
Tom Impelluso
San Diego, Oct. 24, 2007
New York Times
If it seems my blog is becoming a blog about palm trees - that may be the case but it is not my intention. The intersection of the fire, palm trees and Joan Didion in this letter was just too good to not post here.
It was evening of the third day of fires whipped by the infamous Santa Ana winds. It felt like sunset on another planet as I saw a truck drive slowly by with a driver staring up at the palm tree in our front yard.
Later, there was a knock on the door. I answered. It was the truck driver. He offered to buy the palm tree in our front yard.
There was an eerie silence as I stood there in the orange smoky haze, ashes falling like snow on Mercury, and blinked two or maybe three times.
By motivation, this had absolutely nothing to do with the fire — it just seemed like something that would happen in Southern California.
As I quietly closed the door, I thought about Joan Didion; she would understand this.
Tom Impelluso
San Diego, Oct. 24, 2007
New York Times
If it seems my blog is becoming a blog about palm trees - that may be the case but it is not my intention. The intersection of the fire, palm trees and Joan Didion in this letter was just too good to not post here.
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