The word "still life" should tell you something; it was a metaphor for my own. I could count on one hand the number of people who knocked on my door during all those years in Richmond. I found genuine company in the twisted forms of cigar smoke rising with the attendent shadows on the wall behind.
The playboy imagery I am not so proud of, I don't like working from other peoples photographs. There is a big difference in using someone elses photographs to ones own, which I now do constantly. The Playboy images here are fun and sold, but are superficial. The camera is now unavoidable to a painter if they do not want to become studio bound like so many painters these days.
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These two images were gleaned from the pages of Playboy.
Two paintings of my studio window. Some painters never get beyond their studio walls but at least these look into the world outside.