Grid # 1

Assemblage 14x14

I see things

Acrylic on paper 12x11

Eat my 1980

Watercolor 11x14

the littlest lulu

Acrylic on paper 12x8

Pigeon quarters

Acrylic 8x21
The rallies were becoming more frequent now. People gathered and demonstrated in ever increasing ways.. and methods. Louder, brighter - yes they were.

L'il Blue

Acrylic 10x21
Crushed crystals under rubber sole - they crunch and compact along the blue-gray trail.

the bench

Acrylic 7x13 SOLD
The afterglow -- the after midnight hour burns frozen in the fresh fallen snow.

Foster Exit

Acrylic 7x18
Ice cold night whilst the mercury vapor arc(s) across the midnight sky.

Some trees some snow

Acrylic 7x10
Near Foster Beach, Chicago North Side. LSD overhead.

Chair

Acrylic 10x8
Chair in the alley.

Tunnel

Acrylic on Illo board 6.5x12
Summer in Chicago and on the way to the Lake. Life close to the lakefront is precious ... summer or winter. BTW LSD overhead.

Potato Pancakes

Acrylic on Illo board 10.5x7.5
Walking, reading, aging.

On Point

Acrylic 8x4
Nightly walk along Lake Michigan's North side.

Sunset and 99 Cent

Acrylic on Paper 5x10
Any one who lives in Los Feliz should know this location... and perhaps remember the "El Circo Loco" guy who used to caper so intensely - there.

Palms in St. Barbara

Acrylic on Paper 7x5
Pretty trees... sand. shadows -- pretty

Red Line "El" Leland and Broadway

Oil 9x12 panel
Local painting with friend Jason Seiler. We had the benefit of painting in the shade provided by an awning from the nearby building. A quick study of the "El" and the adjacent shops etc.

New Bride Magazine

A fitting image representing 21st century matrimony. I'll let the statistics talk for themselves (concerning marriage). I'm all for weddings and marriage as a function of free society.. but I think people owe it to themselves to take a close, sober look at getting hitched in the modern context of today's society. I read once a proposition advocating renewable 5 year contracts. I believe this arrangement moves in the right direction. As the American dream crumbles about us like a stale baguette and broken families pop up mushroom-like, where does one look for solutions? Where does the buck stop and the finger point?

No picnic

The middle class is no longer in the middle. I never thought I'd live long enough to see the 'American Dream' being raped as savagely as it's been done over the last few years. In one's sedentary comfort it is easy to forget what freedom really means. The wealthy have a tendency to rob... people, land, and thought for their own. Unless a system of checks and balances is maintained by the people, the powerful will systematically remove their (middle class) rights and transform them (the people) into personal hand servants. Have you ever wondered why a college education is so expensive these days? Do you think the powerful want an educated servant pool?

It all started on Belmont in Arlington Heights - well almost..

Belmont Street
I moved here when I was 2, our family stayed 4 more years till 1960. At an early age I discovered the true reason for living: Christmas, my birthday, and Halloween. I also learned the world had scary shit in it: scary people with their scary minds, and my bedroom after lights out. The spooky attic was a magical place and I can still remember the smell, the wood floors and looking out the dusty gabled window (see picture). More will be posted from past events, but the majority will come from things yet to come. BTW.. it was on this very spot from where the picture was taken I was hit by a car at about 5 years of age. I was smacked pretty good - rendered unconscious with cement burns, but returned a few hours later with no broken bones. I checked both ways this time before snapping the picture.

This is it - the transition post officially beginning Bill Moore's Chicago adventure, particularly after my move from Los Angeles, this coming April, '08.