I’m not Orioles poison, after all! Nine of us watched the O’s beat the Braves! Free shirt night, too!




I’m not Orioles poison, after all! Nine of us watched the O’s beat the Braves! Free shirt night, too!





We said goodbye to the Hamilton Gallery today, which closes for good this month. Beverly and I held our wedding there, and Bridget Sullivan is a dear friend. In fact, I’m friends with most of the members. I had two solo shows here – one of which allowed me to use a Maryland State Arts Council Creativity Grant and exhibit rather unusual-for-me material that I probably wouldn’t have been able to show elsewhere. I participated in at least 8 shows over the years.

Several other businesses have closed or moved, and it feels strange.




So much change.


Terms of Service screened at this festival this weekend (and ArtScape last weekend, too!). One of the things I enjoy about festivals is how the immersion into interesting and great films gets infused with networking and, well, joy.
Beverly and I attended the opening at The Atrium Artspace, and went to see Alex Montilla’s Friday the 69th at the Parkway. He had Rob Zoppo and Chris Ranier with him (both from Baltimore). He made it with an iPhone and $15k, and it was great. It was funny and throughly enjoyable. I talked with all three over the weekend – really nice guys.

The Filmmakers Playground’s Baltimore Film Summit featured a lot of networking, roundtable discussions about the indie film industry, and a speed dating event with 1:1 Q&A with producers, screenwriters and other film professionals.


We also got to see Diner on the big screen – I can’t remember the last time I watched this (I remember the box of popcorn on the lap scene, however).

My favorite block after The Best of Sweaty Eyeballs was Brian Ratigan’s Darkroom screening and salon. Brain works in service of small films most folks will never see, and the Darkroom is a surprise every time – the films are not announced ahead of time.


I’m part of a group show with fellow Towson University MFA folks. The call for entry stated:
We are looking for work that meditates on the present moment, and reflects on the theme Here & Now. This prompt is open for interpretation. Artwork submitted could pertain to the theme conceptually or be based on process.
I submitted some of my insomnia haiku, reasoning that those little poems were made in an effort to ground myself in the present moment (in the middle of the night).
I just received the marketing materials for this how, and see the title is now What’s left Behind. If I were to apply again, I might suggest that the things left behind (hopefully) would be that evening’s sleepless concerns.

410 N. Eutaw Street
Baltimore, MD 21201
The show runs from April 18 – June 2.




Lily and I had out annual holiday date, which was enhanced by a freezing lost pup that I picked up on my way to get Lily.
We went to the pottery/art sale at Towson University, and it was wonderful.




It was about a year ago that I rescued another sweet lost pup.
This time, I saw this fellow running along Hamilton Ave, back and forth, up to different doors. He did not have a collar, and I could see him shaking in the below freezing cold.
I pulled over, and convinced him to come to me. He was friendly, and I was allowed to pick him up. I put him in the car, and went back home. The local animal shelter wouldn’t open for another few hours, and I had plans with Lily. So, we let him into the house.
This fellow was a very good guest, and we all quickly became attached to him.





I was able to connect with his mom on Nextdoor. He was returned home – safe and warm. It’s nice to know how the story ends, and to know his name is “Buddy.” We were calling him John Waters.
Our dogs were kind to let him shelter here, too.

I love helping dogs like this.
I also got an early morning hike in with my buddy.





It was a lovely weekend.