Seeing Is Believing

Or something to that effect. The bigger picture might be to question whether or not the thing you're seeing is really what you're getting. But I won't elaborate because the worst thing an artist can do is to paint a picture and then tell you what it's about. More often than not, a work of art is not about anything. It simply is. Maybe you like the colors or the shades or the lines. Maybe you like the way it makes you feel or think. Or maybe you hate it or it makes you sick or afraid. Art is all of that and much more. If you look at it, even only once, then it was worth it. As for me, my sentiments are purely subjective. I paint. Therefore, I am.

Red Sky At Night...

...no one's delight. One summer night nearly forty years ago I stood in my back yard and gazed at the star-studded sky, a teenager dreaming of far away places and distant worlds. Suddenly, a tiny red glowing dot appeared in the eastern sky about forty-five degrees above the horizon.

I watched in amazement as the dot quickly spread, covering the entire sky from east to west in a scarlet glow that blocked out all the stars. For ten or fifteen seconds Earth was like another planet with a bright red sky.

Then the blood-red vision faded in seconds to the diamonds-and-coal blackness of a clear Allegheny night and only the returning stars were my witnesses.

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