This blog traces my influences, studio practice, learning, and teaching of art.
This image was drawn and carved into a piece of cardboard while I was looking into a mirror. My left hand was actually holding the drawing board. Layers of cardboard were peeled back to create the highlights. It was gessoed, rolled with black ink, and printed on an etching press. A surprising success, my teacher, Mr. Cassill called it the "sad poet from Ireland".
I also have a distinct memory of Mr. Cassill telling April, "I feel my role here is like Ma Joad's in Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath. I tell everybody to stay on the car all the while knowing we might never get to that happy place in California." Well, April Gornik did get there. The print room was where it was happening. It was messy and the intelectual fire was fed by John Baird.
When I pulled this small cat print at the Cleveland Institute of Art, the print instructor, H. Caroll Cassill, ceremoniously and silently returned a pile of bombastic abstract prints I had made. I got the message. This etching is of my pair of Siamese. After hearing a radio add for free cats on WMMS, I adopted them. They were smart enough to play fetch and raced around the Coventry apartment at all hours.