wayne thiebaud

This “yellow doll” says Wayne Thiebaud to me.  Mr. Thiebaud at 93 inspires me perennially.  I am not alone;  who doesn’t love his exuberant color plays?

A recent article by Deborah Krieger for Fresh Paint Magazine declares that the exhibit “…is a most delightful exercise in pure happiness and the joy of living.”

Not unlike cutting into, photographing and eating watermelons.

citrullus lanatus


jack leigh: full circle

Organized by Susan Laney and Tim Peterson, “Full Circle” truly feels like one.  Jack Leigh, who I knew during the “blue house” days, showed me with his photographs how to read the Georgia landscape and what to expect from it.

This exhibit neatly reminds me of my early impressions of the Low Country.  The exhibitors remind me that we’ve all learned much from Jack and from quite a few who are now departed, much from each other and much from the land to which we are bound.

matt hebermehl as "bird girl" on july 17, 2014


bastille day visuals

J’adore French Revolutionary history.  Nothing quite like dirty, hungry peasants, a plague-ridden, dank prison and powdered and wigged, entitled, out-of-touch noblesses-obligés.   At the impressionable age of eight, I heard the sound of Marie Antoinette‘s neck* meeting the guillotine:  smells like baguettes baking.

In my French dreams, I’d be celebrating Bastille Day in Lacoste. In honor of both event and place, I’ve made bookends from bricks (good for storming prisons) and works on paper (“Wrap your rocks with fine art,” she said.  She actually did not say, “Let them eat cake.”

Some say the blue in the French flag stands in for “the people” who should always come first.  The white represents the church and red, the nobility, comes last.  Other resources suggest varying meanings for each of the colors.

Qui sait?  Ce n’est pas important parce que nous sommes tous français aujourd’hui.

bastille day bookends, bricks, painted works on paper, 2010-2014

*Marie didn’t get the guillotine until four years after the coup.  Don’t let the truth get in the way of my father’s story-telling.






painting on pvc

I’ve doctored up my first attempt at painting on PVC sheeting from earlier in the year. I’ve cut the original test patch into nine pieces and I’ve added a good deal of paint. Reference includes images from Pine Island and from field studies of Vernonburg and Keystone.

scadpad test no. 1, 7" x 8", water-based media on pvc panel, 2014