Observations (in the raw)
I am working on a new painting today. It's another self-portrait. (I must find a new model or models.) This one is addressing this thing called aging. I know it's probably more psychological than physical, but when you reach your sixth decade, the concept of "old" takes on a whole new meaning. It sits with you in the early morning hours. That time when you assume the rest of the world is asleep, but you know they are not. So many are eager to tell of their restless nights. The old ones are watching and now you watch with them.
Pat Greenwell is an artist. A painter and sometimes poet, he has been searching the New Mexico desert for a couple of years now, looking for lost possibilities and probable intentions.
"...mostly stream-of-consciousness stuff, you know...