Still Life, Still Trying

Writing and painting my way through memory, meaning, and the mess of being me.

I’m George Keith. I write personal essays, quiet thoughts, and reflections on things that have stayed with me. Most ideas are sparked by flashes of nostalgia and, often, trauma.

I also paint, mostly still lifes and landscapes in oil. I try to catch a feeling while it’s still fresh, even if it’s messy.

This space is where I'll work things out. I haven’t always been good at saying what I mean or showing how I feel. Painting helps. Writing helps more.

I’m doing this for my children and my granddaughter, Clara. I want them to know who I really am, not just the good and bad things I've done, but what I thought about, what I cared about, and how I saw the world.

You’ll find essays about meaning, memory, grief, and art. You’ll see still photos and time-lapse videos of my paintings, as well as the stories behind the objects I paint. I also write fiction, but that lives somewhere else. This space is personal, occasionally serious, but frequently absurd.

If anything here speaks to you, I’m glad.

— George