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 […]
Artwork
The Banquet
Blurreds of the Field
Love Your Anemones
Worlds Away
Below the Surface II
Below the Surface I
Overcoming Disynclination
From Seed to Flower and Back Again
Depth Perception VIII: Moon and Stars
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 […]… ► CONTINUE READING