Artwork
Morning to Remember
Walking a Fine Line
My work takes me to remote locations way off the beaten paths, other times it sends me right into the most crowded shoulder to shoulder tourist zones you can find. The further out you go, the less rules there are telling you where you can and cannot go. For the protection of the habitat, for […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Endangered Spaces
It had been a long time since I’d explored these trails. I don’t recall them being quite so constricting. I was hoping to find a little nook in the sandstone with a view and some shade. But it was not to be, you can’t step foot off of the clearly marked paths here, without risking […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Succulents, Rust, and Enlightenment
Guns and Flowers
A brief stopping point in the middle of one of California’s Coastal military bases. Access is difficult in these zones so my only option was to pant from a roadside viewpoint- just a quick row of parking spots for travelers to pull off the highway and snap a photo or two of the sunset, or […]… ► CONTINUE READING
The Way it Was
I was asked to paint this iconic Southern California cove the way it was before the highway and houses came along, without any signs of human presence. It would require some careful editing of the devoloped landscape. Speaking of careful handling of the landscape, it would also require some careful stepping through a plant rehabilitation […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Drip Castles
I was scheduled to do some live art today at a local event here in Humboldt, a culinary event celebrating… well, Spam, of all things… but also with some live music so I figured I’d zone out, angle for some free beers (which were kindly provided) and figure something out as I went. Shortly before […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Who’d a Thunk?
Poppies and Pointbreaks
He’d laugh this little howling cackle that pulled you into his slipstream as you made your way along the path, down the makeshift rope, repelling into the cove below that you’d never seen breaking before and now was suddenly cracking it’s sonic water booms on the reef below. Everything made him laugh. And almost everything […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Chromatic Water Theory XI: Drum Solo
Chromatic Water Theory X: Under the Moon
Chromatic Water Theory IX: Harmonics
Back to the Mothership
Upheaval
Now and Then
Silent Waters
Bench Warmer
Ghosts of 1963: Salvador Dali, His Wife, The Witch, and an Absolute Bomb
While researching reference material for this studio work, I came across a photo of Salvador Dali and his wife, sitting on that boulder beside the dying snag of cypress in the center of the painting. Look close and you’ll see them. A lot has changed since they sat there in 1963. The grass is gone, […]… ► CONTINUE READING
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
Over the Moon
Mushroom Hunting
They sit motionless, watching passively Not engaged in the passage of time like you or IYet not outside of it eitherWe travel the worldSearching for new experiencesNew understandings of what it isTo be alive.They watch us come and goAlways returning to their steady gazeChangedYet somehow always the sameThey have no need for comings and goingsYet […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Pretty Much Flapjacks
These dunes are a lot of different things for a lot of different people. If you wander around them enough, much like coastal dunes near urban areas everywhere, you’ll find the clues left behind- everything from remains of small fires where school kids burned their homework, to all sorts of sordid tales of detritus that […]… ► CONTINUE READING