Last year, 2017, dawned hopeful. At long last, I stood before a faint but visible trail in the forest. After years of scrambling in the brambles, I set off down the path. I stumbled on the trail-head in a gallery in the Santa Fe Arts District of Denver. Late in 2016, I responded to a…Read more Art on the Altar
There is a tragedy that stalks me year after year. The precipitating event is over and done with, resounding in its finality; but the repercussions morph through time. It is a question with no answer, a terrible wrong that cannot be righted, a haunting that cannot be exorcised. Sometimes I am angry. Like Edvard Munch's…Read more Shattering Into Light (2)
I've been pondering an idea lately that what is “lost” does not actually cease to exist, but simply morphs into another form of equal (or perhaps greater) value. Of course this idea is not original, but is a basic principle of physics. Definition of conservation of energy (Merriam Webster) “a principle in physics: the total energy…Read more Artist Process – All That’s Lost
Lines are powerful. I'll never forget the first time I leaned in close to examine a graphite line drawn by Van Gogh. The shimmering dance of the stroke, straight from the master artist's hand, absolutely enchanted me. Lines, as my college professor taught, can whisper and shout. For this painting, I allowed myself to feel; and…Read more The Power of a Line
Many times for me, painting is a language I speak to myself – to affirm what I know to be true and thus to persuade my own heart to believe. The physical world around me, in a similar way, constantly whispers metaphors to me concerning spiritual truths. In this painting, for example, I wrestle with Newton's third law…Read more Believing What I Can’t See
I would really like to just stop painting. I'm weary of the creative journey at the moment. The impetus - I entered a show and didn't get in. And I thought - I'm done with this. I would like to be happy doing something else. I made it almost a month, and then I couldn't…Read more Trying Again
In my travels around the world, I've witnessed excruciating suffering and pain. When I see a baby dying in Mathare Valley slum of Nairobi, Kenya for lack of a $20 medication, I don't think about painting a picture. I just need to get the money to the child's parents so she can see a…Read more Can Art Change the World?