Tuesday, May 08, 2012
Friday, May 04, 2012
Monday, December 19, 2011
White
Déjà vu accurately describes my life. Missouri, Montana, New Mexico. Missouri, Montana, New Mexico. It is the circle of life I relive every couple years – until now. There is a new plan. However, don’t get too excited for the new plan is the same as the old ones.
“I’m done moving I tell people, the kids are bigger and have school friends.” Of course, everyone knows it to be a lie; but they are polite enough to pat me on the back and feign belief while I am in the room. It helps me and certainly helps my family to have a hopeful outlook free of the burden of packing boxes and broken friendships.
Winter and snow have made the desire to transition easier to contain. The hard season of midwinter is what draws me to the north. I’m not sure if it has more to do with my surname or simply my desire for that feeling winter brings to wiping the slate clean. This week, New Mexico is trying its damnedest to keep me here and despite the inconvenience, I am grateful for the perfect white. There are already two inches of snow across the foothills of Sandia and the forecast through tonight is expecting another half-dozen.
Without even a mention of fire, the studio is still warm as I prepare to slip a few more layers of paint upon canvas before my children are released for winter break. The flawless white is freshly falling and for the moment I am home.
-North
Friday, November 04, 2011
Opening November 4, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
More is coming, busy living to the fullest...
I wanna live that age old dream.
Come on, lads, we can go together
Let's take the best right now,
Take the best right now.
-Neil Young
Thursday, August 04, 2011
Summer of Fire
This summer, the fires surrounding Los Alamos glowed across the miles as I witnessed the desert’s death and rebirth through my studio window. Man and the universe are intertwined. Humanity is the best that life has to offer and like the universe, our capacity to exist is forever expanding. Only our fear can contain the scope of creation. - North
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Puccini
I spent the morning listening to La Bohème, while my thirteen-year-old finished reading The Iliad. I have long loved opera because it is all consuming. Also, I must admit that I have always been partial to how Puccini plays toward my romanticized sense of the world. -North
Monday, July 11, 2011
Constructivism
I’ve spent the past few weeks: reminiscing with house guests from far-flung states; recovering from an annoying case of strep that interrupted my nightly pipe ritual; and exploring the self-imposed philosophical basis of my paintings. I have also been searching for a justification of continuing. My earliest mentor, Ronald Clayton, used to ask… “why does the world need another painting?” The moment you could not answer was the moment to reevaluate your own essence.
"And, irrespective of what one might assume, in the life of a science, problems do not arise by themselves. It is precisely this that marks out a problem as being of the true scientific spirit: all knowledge is in response to a question. If there were no question, there would be no scientific knowledge. Nothing proceeds from itself. Nothing is given. All is constructed." - Gaston Bachelard (La formation de l'esprit scientifique, 1934)
I have long reflected my work against the backdrop of redefining “what is common or accepted knowledge? and does that preclude change” … the shared generalization of a tree is just a tree because we have been told it is a tree. Rocks are only rocks because we inherited the knowledge and built ideas from that point forward. Constructivism leads my painting as a relative working theory. I want to adapt the rocks, trees and empty riverbeds from the accepted realist understanding and reinvigorate them as fresh malleable matter. A common statement that tends to reflect a bias against originality is “why reinvent the wheel?” My reply is that we do not reinvent the wheel to make it better or worse, but simply we do it to make it unique. The world is full of monotypes. Not all streams flow between the same hills, yet they still feed water. - North
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Fire by Night
Thursday, June 23, 2011
All Quiet on the Western Front
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Waiting for the Calm
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
In Process

These twelve pieces (boxes) are oil on burlap. They are currently about half-way through the painting process. The wind has been heavy the past week and has cut into the outdoor "baking" time I require between the layers of paint. Once finished, they will hang together as a single composition much like "Baked Desert Composition 6" from a couple weeks ago. - North





















