Thursday, July 29, 2010


I have work in group show opening next week with some old friends of mine from Dresden. The exhibition runs from August 2nd through October 7th at the Hopkins Hall Gallery at Ohio State University in Columbus Ohio. With an opening reception on the 13th.
Melissa Vogley-Woods and Tina Beifuss have put together an excellent show, I highly recommend checking it out!

Here's the drawing that will be in the show.
'World's Highest Standard of Living'. It's roughly 3'x4' and is graphite, oil, ink and prisma color on paper. I'm a little bummed about the images, but it's a really difficult piece to photograph without picking up a lot of reflection. So it goes. I hope you enjoy.

Detail 'World's Highest Standard of Living'.

Detail 'World's Highest Standard of Living'.

Detail 'World's Highest Standard of Living'.

“What are roots and how long have we had them? If our species has existed for
a couple of million years, what is its history? Our remote ancestors followed the
game, moved with the food supply, and fled from evil weather, from ice and the
changing seasons. Then after millenia beyond thinking they domesticated some
animals so that they lived with their food supply. Then of necessity they followed
the grass that fed their flocks in endless wanderings. Only when agriculture
came into practice—and that’s not very long ago in terms of the whole history—
did a place achieve meaning and value and permanence. But land is a tangible,
and tangibles have a way of getting into few hands. Thus it was that one man
wanted ownership of land and at the same time wanted servitude because
someone had to work it. Roots were in the ownership of land, in tangible and
immovable possessions. In this view, we are a restless species with a very short
history of roots, and those not widely distributed. Perhaps we have overrated
roots as a psychic need. Maybe the greater the urge, the deeper and more
ancient is the need, the will, the hunger to be somewhere else. “
--John Steinbeck
‘Travels With Charley’, 1962

Monday, July 19, 2010

Of Sound Mind and Content Heart........

up on Rambpuillet.
Photo by Kitty Joe Sainte-Marie

A week in the San Juan Mountains will cure what ails ya'.
I don't really know how to explain it... words simply fail.

Hike into Blue.
Photo by Kitty Joe Sainte-Marie

My nephew Elliot and I at Old Blue.
Photo by Kitty Joe Sainte-Marie

The hike into Blue from the campground (above). After tearing my ACL a while back, this was my first solid week without the brace. I'd be damned if i was going to wear that stupid contraption up there. Maybe i'm being stubborn, but we played it safe and my knee held up fine and only really buckled once. It's getting stronger! No more robo-leg for me.... I hope.

Photo by Kitty Joe Sainte-Marie
A nice 12" Rainbow and some Brookies. Good day at Blue and the best fish i've ever eaten.

Elliot Townsend and the lovely Miss Ste-Marie on Blue
Photo by me.

Old Timers. My Pops and Jackson.
Photo by Kitty Joe Sainte-Marie

My brothers family; Kip, Foster, Elliot, Arden and Elizabeth Townsend.
Photo by Kitty Joe Sainte-Marie

Pine cone baseball, a Lake City tradition. Foster and Pops.
Photo by Kitty Joe Sainte-Marie

Photo by Kitty Joe Sainte-Marie

Photo by Kitty Joe Sainte-Marie

True love in the land i truly love. I miss it already.

Photo by Kitty Joe Sainte-Marie

Kitty Joe should have some more amazing photos up on the web soon! I'm finishing up a drawing for a group show that opens in August and should have some images of it later in week.
Until then i bid you a farewell.

Monday, July 5, 2010


Lake San Cristobal. 2007

Way back in the not so distant past, on one of those rare occasions when I sold some work and Kitty Joe and I had some money that we could spend on things other than rice and beans and rent, we had the fortunate wherewithal to purchase plane tickets to meet my Pops and Brother to go fishing in the mountains. This is a place that my family frequented every summer when i was a kid. I was last able to make it there 3 years ago and was reminded how important to me this place is. The closest thing to heaven i know. Great fishin' too.
Pop Townsend's weary feet. 2007

The ever fruitful banks of Old Blue. 2007

We'll be back in a couple weeks.... rested, full of fish and with some new drawings!