Mohave Point at the west end, with good old Dakota. This makes my 10th trip to the canyon. No time for a rim-to-rim on this gig, but we hiked our share.
One of those sunsets that reminds you how small we are, and how great the universe.
Josh and I installing a Gary Bowling painting for a Leawood client. He’s the best Impressionist I’ve ever worked with. Client agrees. She loved the Pinot too.
I was recently approached by an architect in Miami about overseeing a sculpture project for Atasehir Hospital in Istanbul. Have always wanted to go to Turkey, so I said Sure. Think I’ll swim the Hellespont, like Lord Byron–except it’s a little more polluted than in his day. More ships too. If neither of those kill me, it will all go well.
Governor Greitens was forced to resign because of his corruption. Who is next? The situation is becoming dire, and must be remedied soon.
Shots are from a great trip, biz and pleasure, a few years ago. We’ll go back next month. More biz, more pleasure. Always love visiting, but will never live there.
Coffee at Big Sur.
Surfing Santa Cruz.
Kerouac with his favorite hell-raiser.
Landed this gig in Liberty for Jacob. Brilliant job, Brother. Now onto the National Soccer Hall of Fame in Dallas. That’s Bebe on the right, not Jacob. Thanks to Greg, and everyone else in Liberty who kindly to give us the contract. Jacob Burmood Sculpture.
Who let that freaking cat in the gallery?
One of the 100s of installations we’ve done around the country. Love landing them, and love installing them. This one was pretty complex, and involved 300 pieces by the time we were done. Repurposed hickory beams, backlit with LEDs. Beautiful job as always, boys. Thanks to KU Med and all the great staff there.
We’ve been representing the sculptor Lyman Whitaker since 2008. Periodically I place large groupings of his works in different locations around the country. It’s good biz, and anyway I love to travel. This install is at the Naples Art Center, and man do they love it! So do we.
Had to put beautiful Moses, our gallery dog, down last month. Tumor. Here we’re on the vet’s porch. He was one special pup–once we got him past his memories of abuse. Died with his head on my lap. We all miss and love you, Buddy. See you on the other side.