Delayed Pollination

                                         Delayed Pollination watermedia on Terraskin 9.5x13.5


 When I came into the studio yesterday for the first time since January, I knew I wanted to paint something yellow, with small, short marks. I was thinking hieroglyphics in orderly rows.
Well nothing is tidy in my world so soon enough the characters started to move. A random dance, like the flight of bees. Something entomological  was going on.
Even though I`ve been indoors for weeks and love the rains of winter, something deep within me was craving light and warmth. To everything there is a season.
It`s been a long difficult winter in the Northwest and people seem tense. For the good of the community, I`m praying for some sunshine.
And hoping beyond hope that I really am on the mend this time. No more surprises!

                                                     Night Pollinators watermedia on paper 8x8


 This drawing from a couple of years ago has the same bumbling, drifting intention.

                                                          watermdeia on paper 12x9


 Another yellow painting, this one from the late 90`s. The work I was doing then attempted to fuse some representational imagery with an abstract sense of space. There were few successes unfortunately.

Wetlands Somewhere Redux

Two years ago, as a demonstration painting, I did a huge cloud as an illustration of using the sky as a 'framing' tool. I`ve been painting so many trees lately, I need to get out of the forest for awhile. Space is the great gift of winter here. You can finally, easily see distances. The leaves are down and everything opens up.
oil on Yupo 26x20


available work in the studio

Untitled [yellow]

When I was in San Francisco, I got excited about painting some large landscapes. In so many ways it`s freeing to work large. Before I began however, I knew I would have to clean my palette. As disgusting as they become with piles of dried crusty paint, I had paid a lot for this big piece of plate glass and I wondered if I could redeem it. Several painters had told me Murphy`s Oil Soap could reclaim brushes with dry paint so I sprayed the whole thing down and started scraping with a putty knife and a razor. It wasn`t easy and I cut my index finger knuckle bad enough to need four stitches but the thing is now clean! It`s not like me to do something so disagreeable. Usually I just add fresh paint on top of the old stuff until I can`t stand it anymore and throw the glass away. Even with an injury that delays the painting for a few days, I feel a real sense of accomplishment. So until I have these new landscapes, I`ll post some abstract small pieces I do as an interlude between the representational works.
watermedia on paper 9"x12"