Thursday, February 13, 2020

Sails will fill
The harbor will come alive
With flapping white canvas or
Synthetic blends
But aren't all stories.

Sunday, January 26, 2020

Summer on the Coast. This acrylic on canvas poked out of its bin in storage.

acrylic/ canvas 36 c 30 inches
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Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Street Dance Under a Gibbous Moon

acrylic/ canvas
48 x 36 inches

Monday, September 09, 2019

Farm Animals

Farm Animals, walnut ink, India Ink and acrylic/ paper 8x8 inches

Art is language. A communication tool that imparts the artist’s understanding or interpretation to an audience but the audience must be amenable to expending effort to understand the language. Translation and interpretation can be difficult but, if the artist has approached his work of interpreting and explaining the subject with honesty, he will disclose and impart information invaluable to his audience—information that contains truths for the artist and the audience. Commonalities.

Thursday, August 22, 2019


Downtown, 2007
acrylic/ canvas 36 x 48 inches
Ins and outs, ups and downs—the center of a town or city is always active
but why do we call it Downtown


When I was here they said,
"It's there. There's no there here.
It was when we were here, but
That was then. We're here now."

They're there and there is there
Here is not.

I went. We went. Many left.

They'd left for there
No there here
There and only there.

Fool me once

Thereback I went to where when I was there was here
Late I was
And now it's neither here nor there.

We are not born
We are of, in.
The continuum is
us, you, them
All is, was, will be

Friday, March 29, 2019

Rocky Neck Nights

Rocky Neck Nights 1977, ed touchette
24x30 oil canvas

Rocky Neck Nights (Snippets from memory belying the admonition—If you remember nights on Rocky Neck You Were Not There.)

I had never painted with oils on canvas when I decided to paint a night scene. I’m certain you recognize the nightlife.  The location I knew well—Rocky Neck Avenue at the front of my apartment and studio at the end of Rocky Neck, over the coffee shop that Penny ran, near the entrance to the Railways, next door to George Bleich’s Gallery.

There I was, young, innocent tossed to the wolves at the bitter end of The Neck. Having survived two stints at the Rockaway Hotel could not prepare me for the neighborhood where Casper and Arthur sold costume jewelry by day and by night, entertained a bawdy, raucous crowd at the Studio piano bar. Evie, entertained celebrities at the Rudder. (How I wish I’d been on the Neck  when John and Lionel and Judy performed at the theater.) I did hear Dominic sing Embraceable You, over and over again.  And there was a rumor that a bare breasted trumpeter performed somewhere north of the The Studio. (I dare not be too specific. One character in the infamous novel, In a Place Like No Other,  mentioned that he/ she had married an attorney. Oh, dear, where is Denny Crane when I need him.)

Parker Lee had spent a summer across the street at West Wharf, the rooming house that the harbor eventually reclaimed. Ray Frasier painted clipper ships and David Pollack, set up his director’s chair and umbrella to offer his talents as a portrait painter.

The Beaux Artes Ball in the Lobster House parking lot. The mad man in Captain America underwear climbing the fence to enter without a ticket. So many Carmen Mirandas, you might have thought you had been beamed onto a fruit salad.

The antique shop above the rudder, Tragabigzanda, held treasures suitable for John Smith’s Greek princess for whom the shop was named. The three Turk’s heads were stored safely off shore. Nightly, folks lined the street to wait for a seat at the Rudder to enjoy the world famous clams casino and hopefully hear Evie sing a broadway tune. Anthony Newley frequented the restaurant but I never heard him sing, actually, I never saw him but I’d heard he was there. Similarly, every summer a humongous yacht or motor sailer would dock at the Lobster House. One year it was rumored that Keith Richards was aboard. One year it was rumored that the boat belonged to Ringo Starr or maybe it was, oh, you know, that other famous musician actor whose name I can’t recall. (If you can think of it, let me know, Please.)

So many famous people tied up at the Lobster House it was difficult to sort through the directory. No one ever claimed to have actually seen them and no one has reported seeing John Hays Hammond Junior's lobster boat cruising the harbor without a soul aboard. Nonetheless, the sea monster that lives under Ten Pound Island frequents the harbor and each summer Eric Clapton’s yacht drops anchor near Niles Beach.

Tuesday, March 26, 2019


Chair, ed touchette
c 1983
oil/ canvas 25x 22

Sit and rest
It is best 
to rethink your time