After hitting the ‘publish’ button on yesterday’s post, I had second thoughts, FEARS, really, that I would offend my Houston friends and relatives, not to mention art collectors in the area. Maybe some of you love Houston enough to love its freeway, tollway, and roadway engineering intricacies,  and its easy-up, easy-down architectural culture.

Why would I, on a blog predicated on my being a working artist interested in getting commissions and selling my work, want to offend any potential clients/collectors?

Here’s the deal: I know that not everyone is going to feel passionate about my work.  In fact, many of you will be quite uninterested in looking at it.  So far, you collectors have been people who are attracted to the novel, who like the stories behind the work, or who feel energized by seeing glass poking up at rakish angles all over an art object hanging on the wall or sitting on a table.  Every last one of you has impressive credentials in areas other than mine. I never know who might be interested in getting to know me and my work a little better, and I’m betting that authenticity in my expression will best serve all of us.

My goal in my art blog is to reveal my observations and questions on a variety of topics, because… well, because everything that receives my attention also changes me and changes my art. Creative thinking is about bringing together disparate thoughts to see which ones marry, or at least, start dating.  The results of creative thinking leak out in different ways, and I never know when they might come out directly through my art, rather than in writing or life habits alone.  I think of everything I do and make as related in some way to every other thing.  So, for you to know how I feel about driving through Houston is also to know who I am and what my art reveals.

So, maybe my short essay on Houston’s scenery isn’t so far afield after all.

Self-portrait in an Eccentric Mood