Browsing All posts tagged under »self-portrait«

Visual Speedbump Tour

May 18, 2013


The annual Visual Speedbump Tour (aka the Oak Cliff Art Studio Tour) is today. My home is one of the stops on the free, self-guided tour. Most of the art created for Half Agony, Half Hope will be on display in my studio.  Artists Scott Winterrowd and Gillian Bradshaw-Smith will be joining me and showing […]

Oscar Night

February 24, 2013


I’d like to thank all the little people.  Tonight is Oscar night. The Academy Awards is the only awards show that I never miss. When I was married, we’d have Oscar-watching parties (more for me than Andy; he wasn’t a movie buff like me but he was cool with it because there was plenty of […]

A change of plan

January 4, 2013


There’s an adage in the film industry that if you don’t have any work, book a vacation. As soon as you pay for it, you’ll get a call for a job that starts shooting the same day your cruise ship leaves the dock. So when I decided to commit to a yearlong creative project, I […]

Dark day in Dallas

October 19, 2012


“Your boots are hot!” October 19, 2012 was a dark day here in Dallas; it was the day our beloved Big Tex burst into great balls of fire. All of Dallas mourned his passing. I created this piece as a fond farewell to one of the most reliable men in my life. (I titled it […]


August 17, 2012


Turning to stone. I am rooted here, immobilized. I am drying up, turning to stone from lack of touch, lack of love. I am petrifying. Related posts: Dark days From Above  What if, if only After Hours

Gretchen flower

June 3, 2012


For about five months out of the year, starting about now – the beginning of June – my hair spends most of its time piled on top of my head. It looks like my head has sprung a leak. I’d like to wear it down more often, but it’s just too damn hot here in […]

DK plants a seed

May 25, 2012


After spending the afternoon with DK a couple of years ago, I came home and scribbled this: I pinned it to my bulletin board where it eventually got buried under other ephemera but the idea hibernated in one of my mind’s back rooms, occasionally snoring or flopping over, reminding me it was there. Today I […]