Tuesday, December 13, 2016

No, he ain't dead yet.

It's been a while hasn't it? It felt like eternity from where I've been, but I have finally begun the painting again.  The intended studio space in the garage didn't work out, and would require thousands of dollars in improvements to become a truly functional space.  Combined with the loss of my father and several other personal crises in my home over the last couple years, I simply haven't had the will to create until very recently.

I'm told that I've been grieving since my father died at the end of April before last, but it feels more like crushing, despondency most of the time.  Maybe there's a difference, I don't know.  I do know that I pretty much went insane for much of the last eighteen months, acting foolish in a lot of ways, including my run for local office in 2015.

If you only know me through the magic of the Internet, a run at public office for me might not seem too outrageous, but those who know me well would agree that while I have a good head for public service, policy, and justice, I do not possess the disposition to work well with others for very long.

People irritate me; I pretty much hate them. I don't hate random individual people per se, but humanity in general has never shown me much to love.  My Facebook blocked list is several pages long.  I don't do well in crowds, I don't trust people I don't know.  No, it's more than simple distrust, I often suspect malevolent intent from total strangers.  I should see a therapist, but... bleh.
recent untitled collage

No, what I should really do is shut up and paint.

Recently I set up studio space in my basement, which isn't ideal, but it functions.  Currently I'm working on a new large scale female figure. That's her on the right of the photo below.  I also have three other pieces of similar size sketched out and ready for further development. And, I've also started dabbling with adding collage elements to some of my work, but what I'm really excited about is the mural.

As a kid, I always wanted to paint on the walls of my parents house, and to this day I have always looked at large blank wall spaces and imagined them covered in murals. Well, this house is my house, my basement, these are my walls, so I'm going to play around with a mural over the next few months.

If it goes well, I may eventually try a few murals. My garage has a long windowless wall that is visible from the street, until a new house is built next door.  I'll have to dream up something subversive for the parishioners up the street.
New mural, just for fun, in progress on left, new figure, acrylic on paintable textured wallpaper, WIP, right.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Friday, May 15, 2015

Afterimage


Afterimage, +/- 14" x 18", acrylic and paper on broken plywood, currently unframed.

Not for sale

Sunday, May 10, 2015

My Father Suffers No More


My Father Suffers No More, 33" x 43" x 2.5", acrylic on canvas.

Not for sale

Memorial

Thurman James (Jim) Hubbard, Jr., 72,  of 2940 Hickory Tree Road, Winston-Salem, NC, lost his life to cancer on the morning of April 30, 2015. Jim was born February 14, 1943 in Sampson County North Carolina to Lillian Maria Beazley and Thurman James Hubbard, Sr., and was the older brother of Robert L. Hubbard (deceased), and Jeffrey L. Hubbard of Shalotte.

Jim was a graduate of James A. Gray High School, class of 1961, and attended Gaston Technical College. He married Brenda Coltrane on July 7, 1962. The young couple traveled the country for several years while Jim worked for Western Electric on missile defense projects. After returning to North Carolina in the mid-1960s, Jim got a job with Xerox Corporation where he worked for twenty-two years before leaving to establish Hubbard Tax Service in 1986. In the nearly thirty years since, Jim and Brenda made many deep and lasting friendships helping their neighbors deal with the only thing more certain than death: taxes.

Jim loved horses, and all things western. He was always up for a good cowboy movie, and enjoyed travelling the Blue Ridge Parkway with Brenda in their RV, trading stories around a campfire, watching his Panthers play football, and driving his tractor. He was a connoisseur of fine barbecue and Krispy Kreme donuts. He was proud of the accomplishments of his sons, and prouder still of his grandchildren. He will be missed by all who knew him.

Jim is survived by his wife, Brenda, his brother Jeff, two sons, Thurman J. Hubbard III (Diane) of Ramseur, and Bryan E. Hubbard (Carrie) of Winston-Salem, one granddaughter, Sheri-Lyn E. Hubbard of Boone and one grandson, Thurman J. Hubbard IV of Ramseur.

In lieu of flowers and a funeral, the family suggests memorial donations to the charity of your choice. The family will host an informal memorial gathering at the home on Saturday, May 9, from 4 - 8pm for food, fellowship, and remembrances, so bring a chair and an appetite for barbecue and donuts and join us in celebrating the life of Jim Hubbard.

Friday, November 28, 2014

We bought a house!

It took me thirty years longer than it took me to finish high school, but I finally bought a home of my own, and it has a space I plan to dedicate full-time to my artwork. So keep an eye on this space in the coming months as I hope to be posting lots of new work with better options for purchasing prints in a variety of formats.

Thanks for stopping by.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Evening Flowers



Evening Flowers
Professionally matted and framed 5" x 7" acrylic on panel under glass, 2005, 8" x 10"  total size.
$100