Miniature of my Grandma at the Met

Edna Yenser Gormley (1897-199o)  painted by Julie Bruhns Kahle (Mrs. Marcel Kahle) (1858 – 1931

The Girl with White Fur

  1. 1920–24
    Watercolor on ivory in gold-toned metal frame with stamped and enamelled black foliate decoration
    Sight: 3 1/2 x 2 1/2 in. (8.9 x 6.4 cm)

Metropolitan Museum of Art



My Grandmother was painted by Julie Kahle probably in 1919. I was told about this painting by my aunt and mother, who learned of it from my Grandmother. My aunt had gone to the Met shortly before or after my grandmother died and got a black and white version of the work. I was given a copy of it. Continue reading “Miniature of my Grandma at the Met”


An Alternative History of Self-portraiture

In this blog of my painting work I have tried to give small art history lessons too, particularly if the history illuminates some aspects of my own concerns. I have decided to expand this idea further. Since I have done a few self portraits lately, it might be useful to reflect and make observations on the art of the self portrait in general and my personal history of doing them, as well, which is above this.  The last self portrait I did was called “History” so let’s delve a little into the history of this genre.

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Violin Studies 2013-2018

drawing-play-in--good 2017


I’ve done various studies of violinists and children playing violin in the last three or four years. My purpose here was exploratory, as is often the case. I draw largely to learn and record, explore and feel what I am seeing.  Only one painting so far, but there may be more. It is a genre I like very much. There are fine examples of it that go back to the 16th century, at least.  My main concern was my children, who play this instrument.  Here they are in chronological order with the most recent first.
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Selected Self-portraits since 1971

Samuel Clemens, aka Mark Twain, writes in his autobiography that no autobiography is entirely honest. No one can write all the dark and hidden things in a human life. A few have tried, perhaps, from Kafka to Plath, but I am not trying to do that in any case. Twain did not have to deal with the fact that now big business is trying to make the personal the exploitable. They want to turn private moments into profit for them. They want you to pour out your heart texting and on Facebook and want you pay them big bucks to do it. Continue reading “Selected Self-portraits since 1971”