Molly Goatwax

Farm News

It's time to plant seeds! Thai dragons, mini bells, Chile Verde, Jamaican red, Cubanelles, ghosts and purples!

Nature Walk

The teen-ager and I attended a nature walk at the Cylburn Arboretum today. I thought we had registured for a tour of winter dormant plant beds. We were instead led by a deer skin shirted tracker in poking our heads into the boxwoods to spy on rabbits and view the evidence of a hawk having snacked on a mourning dove. "Ey, deer scat"...he announced, rolling balls of poop on his open palm. We followed him as he poked through gopher holes and pointed out raccoon tracks in the mud. We stood in the chill wind as he mashed up a fox turd to tell us what he had been eating. Although a few edible plants were pointed out along the way, I think our favorite part of the walk was going inside the mansion for cookies and hot chocolate at the end.

Let's have a show!

I have convinced a local restaurant that they want to have a show of my work. I will post the details as they surface.

Winter garden

The rosemary on the parking lot in bloom.

Underground gas tank cover

I don't know why I find this is so compelling. It's a recurring theme for me.

Open studio

Today I went to see my friend Renee Tantillo's studio in an old mill on Falls Road. This piece is called Crippled Dreams.

Ready to Roll

Woodcuts! I'm not messing around with foam anymore...

Going for the record

As I watched my friend jumping on the lug wrench, trying to get some movement in the rusted nuts, I told him; "If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all..." Which is not exactly true, I was lucky to get the flat close enough to the notorious Mount Royal Tavern to enlist help. Another friend called his roadside service and they put the doughnut on. And, it held. And, I am starting a new banking assignment tomorrow. It can't be as bad as the last one.

Updates

I spent part of the day uploading paintings into the studio album to the left. Take a look, tell me if anything grabs your fancy!

On My Easel Today

I have no idea why I am painting Richard Nixon. Or what to do with it. It's almost as if he just appeared. This will exercise those Quaker Values, and hues...and tones.