Sunday, September 27, 2009

Painting at Dunn Bros on East Lake Street

I'm having a show at the Dunn Bros Coffee Store on East Lake St. next to the Longfellow Grill in Minneapolis during the month of October. Some old and some new paintings.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Art Perchance

"Congratulations! Your artwork has been selected by our jury panel for inclusion in our Art Perchance exhibition." My painting Spirit in the Water will be exhibited for public viewing in the Reception Hall at the Minneapolis Intitute of Arts from September 19 - 25.

Grand Marais

We had a wonderful time in Grand Marais. The workshop with Brian Stewart was fun. My first plein air painting and my first kayaking trip made this vacation one of the best. We took walks each morning and evening. At the Best Western motel we could listen to the waves at night and see the moon reflecting off the lake. On Sunday the group of four students and Brian drove up to Hovland and painted by the old dock. It was a perfect day.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Ripple River

We took a trip up to Deerwood, MN to meet Charles Beck at the Ripple River Gallery. We like his woodblock prints, but love his carved wood birds. Charles held court on Bob and Amy's front porch and talked about his art.

Saturday, August 01, 2009

Blues at the Barn

We enjoyed hearing The Pines and Ray Bonneville perform at the Red House Records Music Festival outside of Red Wing, MN at Hobgoblin Music.

Swan Song Gallery

I liked Earl Gutnik's and John Pearson's art at the gallery across the street from the bakery in Maiden Rock, WI.

Best Bread

We took a drive down the river to Maiden Rock to get bread at the Smiling Pelican Bakery.  My favorite kind is struan.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

A health to our future, asign for our past,
We love, we remember, we hope to the last,
And for all the base lies that the almanacs hold,
While we've youth in our hearts we can never grow old.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Oliver Wendell Holmes

"And silence, like a poultice, comes to heal the blows of sound."

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Summer Art Show

The people at the House of Hope church did a nice job of installing the artwork. A couple of "penny rugs" were included that Robin had made. They were displayed on two nice wooden tables.

Friday, June 19, 2009

The House of Hope

I'm looking forward to having my artwork at the House of Hope Presbyterian Church at 797 Summit Ave., Saint Paul, during the month of July. There will be a coffee reception on Sunday, July 5, at 11 a.m. in the gallery.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

For Two Bucks

I don't go to church on Sunday morning. I might go to church if I could swap out the pipe organ for a good electric Hammond-B organ. The Hammond-B always sounds a little happy and a little sad; I don't know why. I'd like that.

Instead I go to Mickey's Diner for my Sunday communion. If I arrive at the old dining car around seven, I get the shift change. Dave, the cook, starts his shift with a clean grill and a can of Red Bull. Mary, the waitress, eats her bacon and eggs until her shift starts.

In the entrance there's a little vestibule. In one corner on the unmopped floor sit a large white and a large black garbage sack. The sacks are stacked on an old scale where for two cents you can get your weight printed on a ticket. Not recommended after eating.

The customer next to me, sitting on a stool at the counter, asks Mary, "What can I get for two bucks?"

Mary tells her, "A pancake is two dollars plus tax."

"I'll take that."

I see the sunlight starting to shine on the gold cross atop the Saint Paul Cathedral. Soon it will hit the new copper roof that cost millions of dollars.

Below the cathedral and just across the street is the Dorothy Day Center. Down the street I see the homeless citizens of Saint Paul are just starting to congregate at the Salvation Army (they call it "Sally's") where they can get a free hot breakfast. That's if first they're willing to hear a short sermon.

Most of the customers come in to Mickey's one at a time. One of the regulars, a middle-aged man with long straight black hair, quietly settles into the stool by the cash register, two down from me. He opens his newspaper. Mary brings him coffee.

"Hey, hi there, I'm Michelle," our neighbor announces.

"Richard, good morning," I respond.

Just then Dave fumbles with the milk and some spills on the back counter. "Damn."

"Oh, I can help clean it up." Michelle is already moving to get behind the counter.

"I got it honey." Mary pats her right arm.

My order is always the same: a pecan waffle and coffee. It comes out with Michelle's plate-sized thick pancake. We share the syrup. I smile when I see her generous pool of syrup.

After a minute of serious eating, Michelle announces, "Best pancake ever! How's yours?"


Dave turns on the radio. Springsteen is "the boss."

Michelle unfolds her two dollar bills and sets them on the counter. "Thanks a million. Gotta go."

"Sorry, there's tax on that, honey."

Before Michelle can get a word out, I add a quarter to the bills.

"Thanks, God blesses you." Michelle pats me on the back. She picks up her black and white trash bags and heads out the door. It looks like we're all getting a pretty good start on Sunday.