Hack Wilson

"Hack Wilson" Acrylic on 12 gauge steel. 3.5" x 2.5."

Wilson grew up in the Pennsylvania steel mill town of Ellwood City. Although 5'6" tall, he weighed 195 pounds, and had an 18" neck and size-6 shoes. One sports writer wrote that he was built along the lines of a beer keg, and not wholly unfamiliar with its contents.

He finished his 12 year career having played 1,348 games with a lifetime batting average of .307, 244 home runs, and 1,063 RBI. He died in 1948, possibly due to alcoholism complications. He is buried in Rosedale Cemetery in Martinsburg, West Virginia. There is a street in Martinsburg called Hack Wilson Way, in honor of Wilson.

Micro Murals

Sometime in the next several days, I'll have about a dozen small pieces of art all around downtown Martinsburg, West Virginia. Each piece depicts something that was once part of the town. The pieces are sometimes inconspicuous, and meant to be discovered by people as they walk through town. The location above used to be a J.J. Newberry 5 and 10 store in the 1960s. The art depicts a baseball card that would have been a common item for sale back then. This is a volunteer public art project I developed and have been working on for a couple of years. I worked with Mainstreet Martinsburg, a wonderful group of volunteers that are dedicated to the revitalization of Martinsburg, West Virginia.

Soup and Crackers

Drawing at Railroad Junction Diner on a Sunday afternoon. This man was chatting with his mother and having a nice quiet afternoon lunch.

Little Bastard

This is a painting I started a couple of weeks ago. The bike was built by Tim Sneed of Mobtown Cycle, in Baltimore MD. I have a ton of work to do on this piece. The painting is larger than the pieces I have done for the past few years, "60 x 42."

Father and Son

"Chris and Glenn."
I was going through some boxes in the basement and came across a long forgotten painting of mine that appeared in a concert program for Opportunity Village in Las Vegas, NV. That was about 16 years ago.

Doughboy

Doughboy statue, Funkstown, MD.

This weekend I used my motorcycle as a place to sit and sketch. It worked out pretty well. My supplies sat in an up turned helmet hanging from the handlebar. The sketchbook rested on the tank. The seat is low, so my feet rest flat on the ground on either side of the bike. During the winter I used my car as a roving studio, but this set up on the bike is actually quite comfortable and very handy.