11″ x 14″
More cutters from the NYPL photo archive.

I am running a studio sale for a few weeks, selling drawings and paintings from the Work-a-Day page on my new Saterstrom Studio site, and from now until Wednesday, I’m taking 30% off the listed price of all pieces included in the sale. If you have a wall, or know someone with walls, have a look and let me know if anything grabs you!

Carte de Visite #5 (Horned Owl)

30″ x 40″
I’m delighted that the New York Public Library put up a post on their Tumblr about my “Carte de Visite” paintings. Here is THE LINK a few thoughts about the ongoing series. Did you know Daguerre also invented the diorama? News to me. There’s a guy to have lunch with when the time machine comes together.

The uniformity of the carte de visite photos is intriguing to me. Often one figure is surrounded by studio props – rocks, birds hanging from the ceiling – in front of a painted backdrop of a landscape. It can actually be hard to tell where the room ends, and what is real, like one of those great dioramas at the American Museum of Natural History. Dioramas were also invented by Daguerre, so there’s that connection to photography as well. There is the sense that the subject is enclosed in a glass case. It has been fabulous to have access to the NYPL archive, to study images in detail, including the marginalia, and occasional edits by the photographer. As a painter, I find those fugitive marks captivating.

CDV 11.14.14_02

11″ x 14″

The blobby dinosaurs wading in the bog on the left side are from a bit of a wall painting above a door at the Museum of Natural History. They show up again in a large oil.

Carte de Visite #4

30″ x 40″

A continuation of a loosey goosey study of cartes de visite at the New York Public Library and the history of first communion photographs. In this one, the sitter (or stander) is visited by lavender orbs and a playful flower arrangement. Tucked in the lower right a very tenuous canvas of this painting, a print of which was a fixture in my grandparents’ dining room.


11″ x 14″
Going south from Rye to NYC.

Walk #3

18″ x 24″


Something happened in the translation of this image into oils; I wanted to be able to wander more freely through the forms. Things got more amoebic, self-contained shapes. I’d like to do a very large version of this, but sadly I don’t think I could keep my attention on it. Still, it has a fun atmosphere.

Apple Cart

11″ x 14″


Reminds me of one of my favorite quotes from Philip Guston:

“I’m not so involved with what the other guy does. You’ve got to upset your own applecart.”

Carte de Visite #3

24″ x 30″


From an ongoing series of oils based on a tentative study of ‘carte de visite’ photographs at the NYPL photo archive – the single figures, simple props and painted backdrops. The first communions portraits are a peculiar sub-genre, complete with fountaining head wear.

Vikings & Pink Lion

16″ x 20″
The lion is more of a ghost lion, and has a shark fin, so it might actually be a ghost shark. Those are definitely vikings, you can tell by their round heads.

Brown’s Velvet

30″ x 40″

The title of this painting comes from an image that is buried somewhere in what this painting turned out to be. If I titled all my paintings what I thought I was painting when I started them, almost all of them would have different titles. Maybe a good idea, I’ll put this into practice for a while. This one is called “Brown’s Velvet”, or “Here Comes the Brown’s Velvet Man.” He is still in there somewhere.

Two Man Saw #2

14″ x 22″


If you like, listen to this Sacred Harp song “The Last Words of Copernicus” (recorded by Alan Lomax in Fyffe, Alabama, 1959). If I did a hundred paintings of this image and had them hanging all around with this song playing, that would be good.


Ye golden lamps of heaven farewell with all your feeble light
Farewell thou ever changing moon pale empress of the night
And thou refulgent orb of day in brighter flames array’d
And thou refulgent orb of day in brighter flames array’d
My soul which springs beyond thy sphere no more demands thy aid
And thou refulgent orb of day in brighter flames array’d
And thou refulgent orb of day in brighter flames array’d
My soul which springs beyond thy sphere no more demands thy aid

Kids in Summer

30″ x 40″

A large oil version of the kids in summer. A little undercooked for an oil, but might work for this image. Or I might go back into it a little. Or maybe not. Or maybe just to thicken, like a soup. No maybe leave it. The kids are enjoying the end of summer. The lozenge-shaped thing and the floating object.

Two Man Saw

14″ x 22″


This is from the New York Public Library’s photograph archive. I recently got an informal tour of the incredible archive by my good old friend David who has pretty much single-handedly brought order to approximately 600,00 photographs. When he asked what I wanted to look at, I had no idea where to start, so ended up rifling through boxes of ‘orphan’ photographs – no record of their provenance, photographer, location, date. I can’t remember if this is one of those photographs or not. I would make a horrendous archivist (and if I ever apply for a job as an archivist, please remind me to take this post down). David’s knowledge of the photographs is astounding; the mass of imagery is totally overwhelming.

Bricked Up Tree

11″ x 14″


A tree around the corner near Hunt’s Woods in Mt. Vernon.

The Lion Who Ate Up Dixie

11″ x 14″


I’m doing a large oil version of this destroyer. I recently discovered that I use the word “et” instead of eaten as the past participle of “to eat” – as in: those bagels will get et – which is what I said recently and the person I was talking to said Oh, how old-fashioned. I’m not sure how that crept into my vocabulary. Presumably through my Grandfather’s country side, though I don’t remember him ever saying it. At any rate, this is the lion who ate up Dixie. It was there, and then it got et.


11″ x 14″


My grandmother and her mother in 1917. I guess it’s possible Vivian will have a grandchild who, a hundred years from now, will paint a picture of me holding her when she was a baby. Assuming people are still painting then. I mean, surely. They’ll need paintings for their floating houses.


Dorothy is an institution of progressive politics in Brooklyn and she has a lovely Greek Revival brownstone. This is painted from a figurative clock on the mantle in her front parlor. I wanted to do the rest of the clock, but I ran out of space. I guess I could add a piece of paper to the left and continue the image. Maybe I’ll do that.


7″ x 10″


A theatre of recollection maybe, or a screening room for a projection of memories. Words throw images against the wall of the mind, or whatever is the right way to say it; Ezra Pound said it better.


A Few Days

7″ x 7″


This one owes something to Fairfield Porter, so here are a few lines by James Schuyler, with whom he lived for twelve years. These snapshot paintings have enough agita and melancholia without such lines, but there it is.

A few days
are all we have. So count them as they pass. They pass
too quickly
out of breath: don’t dwell on the grave, which yawns for
one and all.
Will you be buried in the yard? Sorry, it’s against
the law. You can only
lie in an authorized plot but you won’t be there to
know it so why worry
about it?


End of Summer, Adirondacks (And the Days are Not Full Enough)

8″ x 8″

Another painting for the end of summer, along with a few uplifting lines by Ezra Pound. As I type, my daughter is playing in an inflatable crab-shaped pool in the yard. These summers go by one after another, it is as if life is already in an old photo album.

And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
          Not shaking the grass


Concrete Fawn

7 1/2″ x 10″

In Mt. Vernon, a peg-leg fawn made of concrete. There are two, both in a poetic state of decline.

End of Summer

7 1/2″ x 11″

This is an end of Summer painting. Different from a Fall painting, or a Spring painting, or a Winter painting, or even an early Summer painting.


10″ x 10″
Along with an excerpt from Louise Glück’s “Summer Garden” (here in full):

Several weeks ago I discovered a photograph of my mother
sitting in the sun, her face flushed as with achievement or triumph.
The sun was shining. The dogs
were sleeping at her feet where time was also sleeping,
calm and unmoving as in all photographs.


Hartley Park, Mt. Vernon NY, 1920

11″ x 15″
This is painted from a photo I took with my phone of a small xerox of a magazine print that hangs, at a slight angle, in the entry of our building along with grainy pictures of notable Mt. Vernonites, like Art Carney and Denzel Washington.

Lincoln Ave., Mt. Vernon

11″ x 15″
As a way of nosing around the city, I’m going to make some paintings of different sections of New York. I’ll start with this, around the corner from our little apartment.

Deer in the Snow

11″ x 15″

Flipping through an old sketchbook, I saw a quick drawing of a wastrel and its image seemed to be cast onto a wall, like a projection, but a drawing of a projection, or a drawing of a wall drawing. Here’s one that’s of a deer in such a scenario.

Two Girls in Veils

11″ x 15″

Finally got a good set of gouache paints. It is a volatile medium, each layer reconstitutes the one beneath. Like oil paint, gouache doesn’t stay put, tends toward chaos. I guess my resistance to planning things out is well-suited to uncooperative materials. Two girls, both in veils.

Ortega’s Auto Shop, Santa Rosa, NM

4″ x 6″
Moving across the country this week, car broke down in northeast New Mexico. Spent the day at the Ortega family’s auto shop where Vivian got celery from the nice women and played with Biscuit the tiny dog. They fixed the car enough to drive another day across the plains under vast skies and vapor trails. Now broken down in Ft. Smith, Arkansas where I didn’t buy a radiator from some sketchy truckers in a parking lot and now have time to post a drawing to the Workaday. Better than watching the crud they have on the tv here at the car shop.

Kind of enjoying the delays, good to slow down and appreciate our country and all its many simultaneous realities.