I am native to north america
part great plains
part rocky mountains
the weather: the elements
play huge into my existence, my being
fluid, dramatic, seasonal: experiential
I love them all
if I can capture for a moment this energy in my work
it satisfies my connection to a much greater force, entity
spirit of life

Sky Tubes

From 30,000' (we do fly) the river is the thinnest line of reflected light
Impossible to imagine the force and power when paddling its rapids

The canyon sediments, eroded are carved and exposed, glorious and odd
Intricate and massive from floating on the surface

The layers, they are about time, and sequence
Earth history and god, way before names and silliness of religion
Profound and sublime, the grand canyon

Painting in layers, record time
Personalized and influenced by the moment
Breath, health, world events, domestic mundane, ego
Passion and vision

Allowing a painting to become its own, dismisses an expectation
If all things continue through time, then a painting,
Both noun and verb, follows the same truth, and
The Mona Lisa may be on reprieve but when the canyon
Becomes flat horizon, she may blink, wink or lick her lips

So, my painting is but a temporary exchange of ideas and actions
Bio-mechanics, humor and creative channeling
All of this, a product of — Time Place Situation

From 30,000 feet...

The river is a thread
from the rim, a mile below, a curiosity
a calling, an enchantment
from Lee's ferry, anticipation, a dream

the laterals of granite, the 5th wave
the hole at crystal
the v wave at lava

sitting on water for 225 miles of river current
floating paddling bracing surfing rolling
flowing

fluid surface
the river
and then I paint