
Wandering around alone in the woods can be magical. It sounds a bit like a metaphor at the moment.

Wandering around alone in the woods can be magical. It sounds a bit like a metaphor at the moment.

Capturing more high resolution images of recent paintings.

Time relentlessly washing over, eroding and churning. I find myself surprisingly old, solitary and drifting into eccentricity. Each morning I wonder, “what kind of weirdo are you today?” Time reveals my charming weirdo ways.

Atmospherics and lighting are always intriguingly me. When nature stops me in my tracks, I take note.
It’s a strange kind of prophecy, crying in the parking lot. Not sure you were a genius knowing it all ends in pain. You held my wreck-less station. I’m still standing in the shadows, waiting in the rain.


Today I am shipping this painting to Horizon Fine Art Gallery in Jackson, Wyoming.
Memory is a funny thing. Some of it is etched pretty deep into my mind, some of it takes flight. I learned the acronym “ROYGBIV” in a high school science class. I can’t look at a rainbow with out that popping into my mind. It is annoying, thanks school!

Final photograph of this piece. I still have to decide which one of my shows to place this painting in.

It is starting to feel like spring is just around the corner. I am excited about changing seasons but will enjoy the snow while it is here.

Cloud painting on wooden panel.

Springtime Dreams
20”x16”, acrylic
Just a little springtime fantasy painting.