A “regular” artist

I did a little painting over the winter break.

5x5" Oil on canvas

I painted this lily for Oz’s sister and her husband. These flowers were in her bouquet at her wedding.

5x5" Oil on canvas

This one was for my Florida grandparents.

15x30" Oil on canvas

This was for Oz’s parents. His mom has tons of family in Nova Scotia and Peggy’s Cove is one of their favorite places. I applied the paint with a palette knife.

And these are just a few pages from my old sketchbook.

I’m pretty sure the top left is Bill Maher. I was messing around with caricature at the time.

"Inventing the Internet"

These are some musings that I dug up from the depths of my hard drive. I’d completely forgotten about them, and I thought I’d just share them. In Writing for the Arts II, Lough asked us if we considered ourselves artists, and it made me think that we should all consider ourselves artists: writers or otherwise.

Baltimore wedding

The second wedding I went to was on Sunday in Baltimore and was for my aunt Ellen and her fiance Barry. Ellen’s friend Vicky, Grandmom and I helped Ellen get dressed in the upstairs portion of the Elkridge Furnace Inn.


Ellen putting on her veil.


Ellen and Grandmom standing by the window overlooking the courtyard.

It rained the whole day, but right before the outdoor ceremony at 2 p.m., the rain stopped and the sun came out. Ellen asked me to read a poem during their ceremony.

LOVE By Roy Croft
I love you,
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.

I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.

I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;
I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can’t help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find.

I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple;
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.

I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good,
And more than any fate
To make me happy.

You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it
By being yourself.

After the ceremony, we had hors d’oeuvres and cocktails while the Ellen and Barry took pictures. Then we had a delicious dinner:

  • Salad: Poached pears, dried cranberries, toasted pecans and blue cheese over baby spinach with a champagne vinaigrette.
  • My Entree: Airline chicken breast served with a red cabbage, apple and sumac slaw, apply brandy butter sauce and a savory walnut and onion bread pudding.

The food was to die for.  After dinner Ellen and Barry danced to “How sweet it is to be loved by you,” by James Taylor, and the night was over.

My gift to them was an portrait painted in oils that measured 22×28 inches.


What I’m listening to

I’ve been working on this painting of my aunt and her fiance Barry for about four months now. Their wedding is on November 1, and I need to have it done by at least mid-October for it to be dry enough to mail to Baltimore in time. So I’ve been painting here and there (photos to come) and what’s been helping me the most is this 65 song playlist that I’ve made on iTunes. It’s full of wonderful crooning and slow, repetitive, intense guitar. It makes me happy, so I’ve decided to share some of it with you:

Shadow on the sun – Audioslave

Overkill (Acoustic version) – Colin Hay

Colorblind – The Counting Crows

Summer’s almost gone – The Doors

Box of rain – The Grateful Dead

Hurt – Johnny Cash

Thirteen – Danzig

3 Libras – A Perfect Circle

Speak to me – Pink Floyd

To be alone with you – Sufjan Stevens

I love talking about music. Leave me a comment and let me know what you’re listening to.