Blue Willow Cabinet

Final version of the work in progress posted January 26th.
Growing up, Sunday dinner at Granny’s meant cornbread, lamb, coffee ice cream and Blue Willow china displayed in the corner cabinet.

Acrylic on canvas.

Acrylic on canvas.

Fire in the Flower Garden

Today in the studio. When we were children, my friend Dan and I once carried buckets of water from his house to a park across the street to put out a small brush fire.

Art Journal. Acrylic, ink and pencil on paper.

Art Journal. Acrylic, ink and pencil on paper.

Encounter with van Gogh

Recently, I visited the National Art Gallery in Washington, D.C., and stared at this painting for nearly an hour. I couldn’t look away. When I closed my eyes, the piece remained visible. Once again, Van Gogh challenged me to live my calling.

Recently, I visited the National Art Gallery in Washington, D.C., and stared at this painting for nearly an hour. I couldn’t look away. When I closed my eyes, the piece remained visible. Once again, Van Gogh challenged me to live my calling.

Something was wrong. I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t know how to fix it. I went to a museum and stood in front of a self-portrait by van Gogh. The painting was life-size. It felt like van Gogh was staring back at me. Rising through the silence, I heard these words: Cut a bold path to truth. Sometimes in life, I am awake. Sometimes I am asleep. Art always wakes me up. — Howell Burnell