Artwork

The Bird and the Bees

The canary in the coal mine When she stops singing Lives are on the line None more so than hers I never thought I’d live to see music stop And I know it never truly did Wherever there are humans There is music And yet It went oddly quiet for a time Times and half […]


Internal Communications

There is a stage every painting I create goes through at the very beginning that I fall in love with almost every time. It’s not the polished end-game, it’s the initial quick sketch with the first few thin washes of color applied. There is something about that first reaction to the scene before me that […]…

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Listen to Her

Another one for the Music People. You know who you are. For the last few years I’ve been honored to paint the official artwork for the Redwood Coast Music Festival.      Each year I put some thought (typically at the last minute) into just what this mysterious magic called music is all about. Where’d it […]…

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Music of the Spheres

The astronomy app on my phone said there would be some cool things happening in the sky that night, just after the rise of the full moon. An alignment of planets. The app never said anything about the 360° Piano Sphere hovering over the waters beneath the alignment though. And it just goes to show, […]


Depth Perception VI

Another prayer for clarity That we might all come to see Our present death As fertile ground Instead And though this trope wears thin There will be nothing cliche About who you are When you arise From your own grave Today


Ella’s Point

This was pure imagination, but not all my own. My wife and I had been tasked to give some art instruction to a friend’s daughter as part of an independent study art class she was in at her local high school. You have to know one thing- I am not a very good teacher. I […]…

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Afternoon Commitments

When we’re young and in love, we can ignore all the demands of the world in favor of one afternoon alone with our loved one, while the entire world becomes small enough to rest in the shade of a single beach umbrella.    If you know my art, you know I’m usually drawn to higher […]


Dust and Ashes

The poppies and buckwheat bloom Little fires that have jumped the hearth Right out from the sun itself Scattering our world alight Illuminating our path And the dust we kick up Reminds us where we come from As it settles on our skin A mourning dew Of leftover ash Reminding us of where we’ll go […]