Tweaked a couple paintings this morning before I came into work. One of the Lone Light Paintings I started last weekend turned into an homage to Frank Tenney Johnson.
Frank calls nocturnes like these, "The Midnite Visitor," etc., but I'm reading "The Grapes of Wrath" by John Steinbeck, and he describes a youngster who is full of testosterone and roaming the countryside until he comes back "from squirtin' around." Ha. It gets better. Here's how Tom Joad's father describes his youngest son:
"He's a-billygoatin' aroun' the country. Tom-cattin' hisself to death. Smart-aleck sixteen-year-older, an' his nuts is just a-eggin' him on. He don't think of nothin' but girls and engines."
Daily Whipout #126, "The Horndog Visitor:
Also re-tweaked a study I posted a couple days ago. Thought it need a little more definition. Always a gamble, the fear being destroying anything subtle for the sake of clarity. not sure of the verdict, but it's too late now.
Daily Whipout #127, "The Last Apache Raider"
Got an amusing but succinct critique of a recent Lone-Light painting. My Canadian compadre Bill Dunn said in reference to this painting:
"I like the way you’ve walked us around to the darker side of the house with
the sun glow on the other side. This is working in a number for your last works.
However, you can’t forget what is producing the light you see in the window.
There are no power poles???? so it has to be lamp light!
You would think with that amount of light filling the window someone was
welding in the living room!!"
—Bill Dunn
"He was as lecherous as always. Vicious and cruel and impatient, like a frantic child, and the whole structure overlaid with amusement. He drank too much, when he could get it, ate too much when it was there, talked too much all the time."
—John Steinbeck, describing Tom Joad's grandfather in "Grapes of Wrath"
