By the Shore

By the Shore


By the shore walks a lady,
Silver hair, eyes blue-gray.
And she waits in the silence
as the waves play at her feet.

In a tide pool like a child
While watching fiddlers in the sand
She carries the love we made.

Ghostly piers like sun-bleached bones
Cast onto stone-sprayed primal shores.
By the shore.

Phantom ships on the horizon.
Laughing gulls wheel on the wind.
Her silhouette against the sunrise.
Flesh of love, soul of dreams.

She softly hums a lullaby
While drawing patterns in the sand.
She carries the love we made.

By the shore.

Music and Lyrics by Michael Barfield
vocals and acoustic guitar by Michael
piano and bells by Eric Barfield
cello by Scott Mulvahill
cello tracked by Ben Jackson at Ben Jackson Music


The Sum is Greater

In many of the books on art I’ve read the authors observe that the most successful art is where the sum is greater than the total of the parts. I’ve experienced it at times in my most successful works, where the individual details or the compilation of themes hold together in a compelling manner.

In the other instances, I’ve seen the flop of things, where in my mind I could take a jigsaw to a painting and chop out the one good spot and pitch the rest because it adds nothing to the visual dialog. That can be a brutal realization. In fact, many of those “failed” works ended up on a bonfire or in the trash. I’ve had some people quite upset with me for doing this, as they see it as some kind of raging impulse. But truth of it is that I have enough works roaming around out there that I find less than successful that after I’m gone I do not want to be thought of as representative of the best my work can be.

There was a powerful experience for me when I was still in college that prompted my willingness to burn the bad stuff.

There was a powerful experience for me when I was still in college that prompted my willingness to burn the bad stuff. My first painting teacher passed away when I was in my last couple of years of school. All the work I had seen of his was well-done, masterfully painted. He was a talented man.

But one day I was at a friends house and he showed me a sentimental snow scene, poorly done with a clumsily-drawn silhouette of a man fishing through a hole in a frozen lake. I asked the friend why in the world he had bought that piece at a garage sale. It couldn’t have been because he bought it for two dollars, for even at two bucks it was an awful piece.

He responded with a question, “Who do you think did the work?” I suddenly felt uncomfortable, I was REALLY hoping my art buddy hadn’t painted it because his other work was excellent. After what seemed like an eternal silence, he said,”Look at the signature.” In the bottom right hand corner was scrawled signature of my art professor. I just couldn’t believe it, and as I was trying to absorb this the friend told me he bought this to remind himself that he didn’t want work wandering around after his death that he would be embarrassed to take credit for when alive.

So this is that weird tightrope figuring out what you can live with being left behind. SOme of my paintings are out there that I’d like to have back so I can either get rid of them or fix them. Not many. But some.

Which brings me to todays post, I have three components of a painting coming together. I’ve never tired anything like this, but I am encouraged by how they seem to lay out in my thoughts. I’m combining two paintings and faux books. This is what I believed were necessary to speak the visuals I believe best elucidate my idea. It’s risky business and there’s a ways to go. I won’t know if this will work until I pull all three elements into the final piece. We’ll see if the sum is greater than the parts. That’s what keeps me willing to pound away at painting because “you never know what the tide will bring in.” (Cast Away)

faux books

The faux books I just fabricated.

Friedrich_Van Eyck

The main panel of the work in progress.

monk with wine cup

Painting of monk with wine cup. IN PROGRESS (bottom panel)

Vermeer Revisited, a New Painting

What is this obsession I have with Vermeer? I continue to find myself drawn to his work. Could be the luminosity in his painting. The detail. Color. Composition. But it goes deeper than that. I’ve become fascinated with history of a personal nature, but also within the context of art. It’s a chance to provide a commentary to images, ideas, and objects.

In this painting I explore the idea of permanence and value, how time bears down on these aspects of life. The canvas is 55″ x 47″ which is a lot of real estate to cover. But larger painting allow experiments in technique that appeal to me.

Vermeer revisited

Detail of the underdrawing for Vermeer revisited.


Dead Blog?

The posts have remained infrequent here. Health issues gnaw on my thoughts like a hungry rat. With the energy I have i’ve focused on music and painting. The paintings are large and drawn out affairs. Words fail me.

Vermeer/van Gogh