Walking a Fine Line
Artwork Notes
These paintings contain notes, thoughts, and written scribblings for those inclined to read…
Endangered Spaces
Succulents, Rust, and Enlightenment
Sometimes it’s cactus Sometimes it’s a rusty barbed wire fenceAnd sometimes it’s just plain old self-realizationStanding in our way
Guns and Flowers
The Way it Was
Drip Castles
Poppies and Pointbreaks
Ghosts of 1963: Salvador Dali, His Wife, The Witch, and an Absolute Bomb
Not California
It’s pretty hard to get me to paint anything but the California coast. I have a list of commission requests that I try to get to in the studio each year, but often they get pushed back, sometimes a few years if they aren’t requesting a California location. Not sure how this commission snuck onto […]
Over the Waters
Painted live, (start to finish and without a plan) at the Arcata Theater Lounge a few months ago. I began this one in black and white, accompanied by a piano soloist, with black and white surf films playing on the screen behind the stage. Never felt so classy in my whole life.
Over the Moon
A slice of California, a view from an elevated state… It’s not always outdoors and in the wind, this one was done late last year in the studio, but a painting like this doesn’t happen without spending some serious hours, days, and years of, well… “researching the topic.”
Mushroom Hunting
Pretty Much Flapjacks
Speaking in Tongues
It’s not all plein air and landscapes. Once in awhile I blow steam and do whatever I feel like doing on a canvas at live music event without any planning or reference whatsoever. There’s usually water involved, because painting in this setting often becomes a percussion experience, moving in rhythm with the music, and painting […]
Sometimes You Don’t
And They Will Ask
No roads in, no roads out.Washed out 40 years ago.Just this narrow footpath remains. Yet they live here.And walk this path daily.Packing life in and out on their backs. Even the children know who belongs and who doesn’t. And they will ask. If you give a wrong answer, I’m not sure what they’ll do. Don’t […]
Ones and Zeroes
More Than Wind
Passing Shadows
All That Remains
Unorthodox
Sunday morning. Somewhere under a cathedral ceiling the choir is singing an old song. Out here under the open sky the choir sings the oldest song. Somewhere under a cathedral ceiling, a “contemporary worship team” is singing a new song. Out here under the open sky, the choir sings the newest song. The angels sing […]
Eat the Rich
Don’t Eat Us
Juxtaposition
More or Less
