To be an artist is to do what it is you have a passion to do and that, they say is called freedom. And I am proud today that I made that choice for my life.
As a young illustrator I had many passions because I was impressed by so many different looks. I don’t know if it was fate or luck when I was asked to create an impressionist style by the Phoenix Art group.
For 25 years I submerged myself in the poetry of the romantic landscape, the garden.
To view these works is to view my soul.
A Pretty Little Raft of Lillies
A Shallow Pond
Apple Blossoms Near The Cottage
A Floral Sea
Oil on Canvas, a flower farm in Salem Oregon
Crow Horn: American Indian Collection
When the sun sets in the desert South West, things appear. This is the nature of what touches me about that land. The people who lived the old ways there over a century ago knew things and depended on little else but the power in that knowledge.
It is expressed in what they left behind. Their war shirts, head dresses, lances, medicine shields and ceremonial wands and their telling expressions in volumes of photography have invaded my soul and recording the impression those relics make on me is the only purpose for my painting.
The American Indian was real; he personified the spirit of his land and protected its knowledge.
Tuscaloosa Black Warrior
42 x 48
Contemporary South West Landscapes Flora and Farna
I don’t hold to a “one best look” confinement although over time as a painter I have narrowed my interest to the beauty of the West and its people, past and present.
I have narrowed my style and technique to express it in the linear quality of the erosive butte and its companion thunderhead.
Jushua Tree Flower
Iconic Joshua Tree bud seen at Joshua Tree National Park, California