EXT - Set Up for the Final Shot
Monday, May 25, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Next Show - Save the Date
Ford McLain
American Primitive: The Movie
Paintings, Prose and Poems
Friday, September 4, 2009, 5 - 9 p.m.
Hosted by the Lark Street BID
@245 Lark Street, Albany NY
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Fathers and Daughters
Yesterday, we had a fun walk in the park and fed some ducks. Below is one of the nicer pictures of the two of us, along with two of Lil solo.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Direction
Sometimes it feels as if I am drifting, moving from one moment to another without any sense of direction. This could be a function of personality...it could be a function of what I've jokingly referred to as my early midlife crisis...it could simply be a transitional period. I am sure of one thing: I don't like the uncertainty.
Sadly, I am one of those people who needs to think things through and be sure of a path before I take it...I need to be comfortable with my direction.
Based on the activities of the past few weeks: Troy Night Out, First Friday, development of the "American Primitive" group on Facebook, as well as other events, it seems as though one path may emerge through the painting. It will take some work, some shameless promoting on my part, and yes - perhaps a bit more devotion to the art form - but it seems to be presenting itself with possibilities.
Again, the brooding, plodding side of me halts and hesitates, like McClellan after Antietam.
I see something in the future...it's bit fuzzy still, but as I move closer, it becomes slightly more in focus.
Sadly, I am one of those people who needs to think things through and be sure of a path before I take it...I need to be comfortable with my direction.
Based on the activities of the past few weeks: Troy Night Out, First Friday, development of the "American Primitive" group on Facebook, as well as other events, it seems as though one path may emerge through the painting. It will take some work, some shameless promoting on my part, and yes - perhaps a bit more devotion to the art form - but it seems to be presenting itself with possibilities.
Again, the brooding, plodding side of me halts and hesitates, like McClellan after Antietam.
I see something in the future...it's bit fuzzy still, but as I move closer, it becomes slightly more in focus.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Scenes from First Friday
Last night, I was honored to show three paintings at the Trinity United Methodist Church (corner of Lark and Lancaster in Albany). This was significant in a way, to the extent that this was the church where I was married and where Lilybet was baptized, and now it opened its doors to me again to share my paintings.
Some pictures of the exhibit and the church below:
Organ and pipes in the main sanctuary. I stood up there for two significant spiritual events.
Outside the Lark Street entrance. It was a mostly rainy night. Didn't deter the FF revelers.
Interior of the Kermani Chapel. There were four artists plus artwork of the children in the day care center.
The American Primitive and three paintings
Some pictures of the exhibit and the church below:
Organ and pipes in the main sanctuary. I stood up there for two significant spiritual events.
Outside the Lark Street entrance. It was a mostly rainy night. Didn't deter the FF revelers.
Interior of the Kermani Chapel. There were four artists plus artwork of the children in the day care center.
The American Primitive and three paintings
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