This lovely lass turned out to be my most important model now that I think about it. Certainly the one I photographed most.
She would patiently do whatever I asked when I was learning to use my first Nikon camera and some of the shots of her are the best I have ever taken.
Since my paintings used photos for a base it was natural that she was the focus of several attempts.
I believe I made at least four paintings of her. Some came out well… some did not.
I actually sold two that were based on her. She is the only real person, as in ‘person I actually knew’ that was the subject in any of the paintings I have actually sold to date.
This is one of my most commented on paintings when people see a photo of it. It is her head superimposed on a model from an ad I saw in a Cosmo magazine. She did not actually pose for this painting…I’ve never seen her unclothed. But it’s a good capture, I think…
It’s beautiful, to tell the truth…
Even if I do say so myself…
Another segment of a project The Rise and Fall of a Saloon In The Latter Part off The Twentieth Century. These excerpts are not chronological. In fact very little logic prevails… Some of them might even be true…
The perfect customer space:
A clean table
A clean Ashtray
One dry napkin
No dead glasses
My Crew Rules were simple:
No drugs or drunkenness on the Job.
Wear What You Want…you know what Looks Good on you…
Gawd HELP you if you show up with chipped nail polish.
“Check your dip.”
Leave Your Lover Home. Don’t Let Your Lover Loiter.
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Another segment of a project The Rise and Fall of a Saloon in the Latter Part off The Twentieth Century. These excerpts are not chronological. In fact very little logic prevails…
The Face On The Barroom Floor…
Actually, that’s a poem by Hugh Antoine D’Arcy.
This is more about the face on the barroom ceiling.
One of the Bartenders had an interesting idea, one he had seen at another bar somewhere down the road.
The ceiling at The Bar was made of simple twelve inch tiles of pressed paper. His suggestion was to buy new tiles and give them to the customer’s to decorate and put the results on the ceiling, replacing the old ones as we went along..
This went over very well. For every ten tiles passed out we would get six back. The missing tiles usually consigned to closets and are probably still there waiting to be decorated. Some were quite spectacular. One was a four tile masterpiece of a Japanese style tiger.
One was another four tile creation reminiscent of the sixties psychedelic hippie artwork. Continue reading “From The Bar ~The Face On The Barroom Floor~”