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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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 […]


Depth Perception #5

There is something primordial about staring into the blackness of the deep. A sense of heightened awareness is stirred because, well, mostly because monsters. So we feel safer in shallow waters where we can see with all certainty that no such monsters lurk. And yet if the ocean is really moving its the shallows with […]


Depth Perception #4

Our bodies are made of rocks, sand, and clay. Veins of metal pulse beneath. Mining operations are blood transfusions that keep the gods on life support. Our spirits disturbed, distant storms, fueled by the heat of life-giving fire, translates the language that created the first world into the depths of our subconsciousness, reverberating in pulses […]…

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