Thursday, March 31, 2011

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Friday, December 24, 2010

Wat is het Koud

(Wat is het Koud--after a winter folksong from Flanders)

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Волшебный Мир

(Волшебный Мир--Volshebnyj Mir--A Magical World--Petya Rostov)

Monday, December 20, 2010

Zamorozhennoe Ozero

(Замероженное озеро--A Frozen Lake)

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Monday, December 6, 2010

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Monday, November 29, 2010

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Monday, October 25, 2010

Monday, October 18, 2010

Thursday, October 14, 2010


Corinna, Corinna, way across the sea
Corinna, Corinna, way across the sea
Ain't done no good, babe, since you left me...

Monday, October 11, 2010

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Recent paintings can also be found on


It looks like the two sites will be working in parallel...

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

It may well be time to make the transition from Lugares Sueltos to a new blog, КУСОК ХЛЕБА (that's Russian for "a piece of bread..."), where for now the painting posts will continue...

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Alice (Russian Fields)

This began, oddly enough, with a copy of one of Leonid Pasternak's paintings--a very Russian scene with four young men seated around a table--each one in his own psychological reverie--reading, contemplating... The original has a fine sense of atmosphere--the modeled grays of the walls, a touch of pink ochre and raw sienna--the whites of their shirts shifting from warm to cool. But the liquid quality of the painting didn't come though, and I found myself eliminating figures--until all that remained was the young man on the left, seated, with a book... Gradually transposed into the figure of my mother (the 15th of January being her birthday)...the way I remember her (is that the word--it has more to do with a sense of gesture, really) also seated, reading, contemplating...


Thursday, December 31, 2009

Как много, представьте себя, доброты...

Как много, представьте себя, доброты
в молчанье,
в молчанье

"Imagine, just how much kindness
there is behind this silence,
this stillness..."

(from Последный Троллейбус, The Last Trolley Bus, a song by Bulat Okudzhava)

Monday, December 28, 2009


Sergey Zadvorny, the Russian-born basso cantante


Dark furrows against blue, rows of almond trees, white below, stretching back to a gray horizon. Winter fields. Empty rodeo corral with earth embankment, a summer sign or two, fruit stands closed for the holidays--apples, walnuts, peaches, pears--weathered boards pulled over empty shelves. Barn with steep roof, set square amisdt a line of poplars--their narrow dark forms reaching for the sky.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Right Slide

Cardboard a little larger, a little more uneven. Pedazo de pan, the shape of a piece of bread. Un trozo. Not intentional, this--maybe why the shape itself is meaningful. A history of grain.

Ocean painting today, Right Slide. First in a very long time. The surf at Wind n' Sea, or someplace much farther north. Color of water and color of air. Breaking crest...

8-1/4 x 7-1/4 inches

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Monday, December 7, 2009


Ya pomnyu chudnoe mgnoven'e...

7-1/4 x 6-1/2 inches

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Mr. Aves

Remembering Avery (1993-2009)