This blog is the backroom for Studio Four Magazine. With paint, words and photographs all about, It is a working space where projects are formed, refined and first developed before being published. Studio Four Magazine can be found at www.studiofour.com
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Saturday, November 28, 2015
STUDIO FOUR MAGAZINE - Winter Edition
A new STUDIO FOUR MAGAZINE is available at www.studiofour.com This Edition includes: Wanderings, City Moments, Desert High, Elegant Shoppers and Recent Paintings.
Sunday, November 15, 2015
HOTEL LOBBY NOTES
“Know first who you
are, and then adorn yourself accordingly.” Epictetus
I observed them from the lobby of my hotel. They were suited
and shined, but not themselves…out they went into the world. Wrinkled and
dented, they returned at Five O’clock. Thirty minutes later, emerging again in
clothes and life as themselves…
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Saturday, October 17, 2015
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Sunday, October 11, 2015
LAMAR ROAD DREAMS
Small corners in the desert often look commonplace, just
desert rabble. Their dreams passed long
ago, only shadows remaining. Then you
spot a bright car, against the fence. You turn your head west to a beckoning
desert road and dream again…
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Saturday, September 19, 2015
MCDONALDS NOTES
McDonalds Notes
My psychologist
suggested I get more involved in life. I drove around the city the next day
trying to grasp the concept, looking both right and left, not just down the
road. Hungry, I stopped at a McDonalds, sitting at a table with my bacon and
egg something. Life began to unfold. A group of elderly men sat in front of me,
about 5 of them. They seemed settled with life, chatting about whatever old
people do. There was one empty chair. Each time the door to the restaurant
opened, they all turned and looked. A member of the flock was missing.
In the far
corner of the restaurant, a woman with long legs, young, and in-shape sat. Three
uncontrollable children swirled about her. Like an orchestra leader, she somehow
kept them partially in place. I noticed a star tattoo on her leg and when she
bent toward one of the children to wipe off his mouth, another tattoo on her
back. I wondered if she had got all the things she wanted in life or if there
was still wildness there.
A middle-aged
man sat a few chairs up from her, his remaining hair swept back. He moved his
hand over his forehead and back through his hair. He looked interesting except
for the Wal-Mart shirt with the pictures of collectible cars on it. His burger
sat in front of him half eaten. He was worried about something. Maybe like I,
he wondered where he left the rest of life.
David Young
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Saturday, September 12, 2015
BEAUTY LEFT ALONE
“Whenever we witness
art in a building, we are aware of an energy contained in it.” Arthur Ericson
You can sometimes feel the many chapters a small building
has lived. Some now left alone but still beautiful in their own way….
From the "Small Building Series" - SFM ©
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