Plague | 2023
Sealed | 2022
Marimekko Wynn-Reeves | 2021
Blue Mountain Diptych | 2021
Carry-le-Rouet (Virginie's view) | 2019
The House That Katie Built | 2017
The Wolves of Yellowstone | 2017
Tree Frog | 2017
Atomic | 2017
Confidante | 2017
Boards (Whimsies) | 2017—ongoing
Too many beautiful remnants of paint on the palette to waste and a ready substrate. Another excuse to be unapologetically plastic, and play, in full color. The rules are: there are no rules.
Too many beautiful remnants of paint on the palette to waste and a ready substrate. Another excuse to be unapologetically plastic, and play, in full color. The rules are: there are no rules.
Plague | 2023
I did not go to London. I did not see Napier once more before he passed.
Sealed | 2022Strings of lights and hardware flying as the Yule and New Year bugs bite simultaneously meaning my inner pagan needs light and I want to put my world in order - and in the midst I finally execute the adhesion of this little slip, completing this tongue in cheek work rooted in my love of scholar rocks.
Marimekko Wynn-Reeves | 2021
Channeling the potent jujube brilliance of a departed friend.
Blue Mountain Diptych | 2021
Begun in 2020 worked separately with no resolution in site, I placed them side by side one day and realized that I hadn’t been able to go further, because they were done—a single work. It’s amazing what you can see when the chaos subsides.
Carry-le-Rouet (Virginie's View) | 2019
Recalling my 2018 trip to France and a long overdue visit with one of my dearest friends and incorporating an unfinished sketchbook drawing.
Donati Price | 2019
The beginning flourishes reminded me of the succulent and often amusing orgies of color and texture found in both the production design of the cult classic film, Flash Gordon, and the ceramic works of Ken Price. I ran with it.
The House That Katie Built | 2017
Forget Jack. Above the clouds of toxic rain, Katie built anew, beautifully.
The Wolves of Yellowstone | 2017
Begun with dire thoughts, I was reminded of resilience with the balanced and correct application of power.
Tree Frog | 2017
I worry for the world, and all the splendid creatures in it.
Atomic | 2017
Studies of paint, the excess of other projects creating an interesting formal challenge. Challenge accepted.
Confidante | 2017
What began as a technical exercise took the brunt of a trauma, my I-stripe rooted in mountains turned smoke, and ash, when fluidly, perfectly, a friend, silver to gold fitting snug at my back, there to lean in; the ash washed away, strong, delicate bands of unity and continuity brightened, and the mountains redrawn, stronger. He, in the end, disingenuous. The mountains stand.