Windows to the Inside
Eagle in the Present Tense
Last week, I forgot to mention how my show at the French House in Nashville on Sunday, December 1, turned out. You might recall that a lot of preparation had gone into it. Thankfully, the show went smoothly. I spent the entire prior Saturday putting together the performance space inside the house. This included setting up the PA system with our drummer Joe and the lighting as well as rearranging a lot of furniture to accommodate an audience. We had plenty of food. Our opening act, Ever Alters, played a fantastic set in which I helped to sing one of their songs.
My full band Ancestral Tongue played nine songs including two that made their stage debut—a bossa nova number we’ve been cooking up and a very strange sugary pop confection that seemed to please the audience a whole lot. Our French hostess, Jocelyne, was kind, generous, and graceful, and our audience danced and clapped along with our songs. Thank you to everyone who came out to this show!
Speaking of last week, at the end of my repost about my artist manifesto, I mentioned that I would have it on display in my lair for me to regularly see. Here it is, hung above my main writing and drawing desk. (I have another desk for all the computer and digital stuff I edit and create.)
The rest of this year’s WPR issues will be tying up all the loose ends for 2024 as I gear up for a lively 2025.
Today, enjoy the views of some of the art I have made.
COLOR NOTEBOOK
Ho.
I drew a disaffected Santa. Maybe this is the younger version of him just when he realized that an entire lifetime of delivering gifts in the freezing cold lay ahead. He cheered up about it all later, obviously.
ABSTRACT FLOWERS
A river in the leaves.
I draw leaves shaped like the flowing curves of water. They move at their own glacial pace.
All things flow in their own time.
TEXTILES
Sometimes, it is hard to know when a piece is finished. A while back, I posted a photo of embroidery I added to a bag I found at a Goodwill. While I covered the corporate branding “AMERICAN EAGLE,” I thought I would simply leave the “EAGLE” part. When I got to “I CAN EAGLE,” I got to thinking, why not?
What if “eagle” was a verb that embodied all that an eagle is?
Soaring. Ferocious. Majestic. Gorgeous.
Can I eagle too?
Certainly! Yes!
So there.
STILL LIFE
This is a memory I want to carry. I enjoyed a picnic on a blanket at a local park with a friend. We shared some yummy food too. It was an unseasonably warm and sunny autumn day. We laughed and stared up at the treetops.
