Ron’s Blog

Mr. Peanut died in January 2021. At the time, I was shocked and saddened. Besides that, I was devastated. When I was eight years old, I had a Mr. Peanut bank. It stood about...

  In the early 1960s, I lived communally with a rag-tag bunch of artists, including a couple of San Francisco Art Institute students, in the old Primalon Roller Rink...

I woke up one morning in 2002 with a ripe stream-of-consciousness Artist Statement burning in my brain, and it wanted to come out – right now. My wife sat down with me and...

Continued from Part 1: The first painting I painted, a couple of years before I had thoughts of becoming a real painter, was a bleeding half of a cantaloupe on a...

Continued from Part 2: In painting, I had discovered a "profession" that suited my dependencies. That is to say, if I became an artist, it was partly because it fitted my...

Continued from Part 3: I drove east in 1962, having been invited to the Norfolk Yale School of Music and Art as a grantee. The crits I got there were incomprehensible. After...

Continued from Part 4: It was never my intention to deconstruct art as I found it. I strove to expand the boundaries of painting, not the boundaries of what was then...

If you want to be an artist and you’re in midnight quarantine, you are required to become acquainted with "Gulley Jimson" and British painter John Bratby. (That is, if you...

Cantor Arts Center, Stanford University, Tuesday March 31, 2020 – Left of Center: Student Curators Reflect On Their Experience Reinstalling the Anderson’s Permanent...