I write here about life as an artist, living in the Mohave desert.
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One drawing leads to another drawing... Which leads to the painting and the print,...inspiring more drawing!
It's extremely hot, extremely cold, and wildly windy.It's also quiet - no one's around, and spacious like the ocean.I LOVE the extremes. They keep me unsettled and awake.
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:
On New Year's, we burn the Christmas tree - it takes less than a minute. Out with the old, in with the new!