Most paintings are a struggle, they rarely just happen. There’s usually a point in every painting where I just throw up my hands and say: “I don’t know what in the hell I’m doing!” “When I am halfway there with a painting, it can...
Two of my sons are fighting huge forest fires all Summer. It’s bound to leak into the art.
I’ve got a vivid dream life. Now and then they make it into my sketchbooks.
Like writers and actors do, I take experiances from my own life and combine them with the stories of others so I can understand and speak for both.
Take every opportunity to define yourself. Two self-portraits: a recent woodcut, and 0ne from 1997 – “Myself As A Tea Pot” (I’ll explain that in another post).
Around 2000, I spent a long time drawing the hands of Christ crucified. These once extremely powerful images had lost much of their potency due to changing culture. To bring life to the subject, I cut off his hands and threw them on a table. Recently, I...
From my painting “Phoenix”. An early clay sketch that found it’s way into the painting: