This is where the abstracts were born. They waited years to show themselves—until I came to New Mexico, where the mountain scooped me up and held me in her deep, cool, embrace.
Transitions and the Place Between
A birthing was taking place and my paintings reflected all of it—the growth, the pain and the confusion.
An Uncomfortable But Compelling Push-Pull
That first visit to Truchas changed my art forever. Something about it pushed me into full-blown abstraction. I went home to Utah and painted my first abstract show titled, Soul Fire: A Journey Home
New Mexico Isn’t for Sissies
This is one of my first Truchas paintings. I was quite happy with it. But when a local artist said it looked like wallpaper, I had my first glimpse of raising the bar.
The Dark Horse Series
There was a small herd of horses pastured on the four acres in front of my house. They were rather skittish at first but, slowly, we got to know each other. Then, in the middle of a blizzard, a little one was born. I saw her with her mama just after the sun came up.
Art Discovered in Silence
I spent untold hours walking this road, in silence so pure I heard ravens’ wings cutting through the air above me. It was here, in the depth of this old forest, high up on the mountainside, where I started making paintings unlike anything I’d ever done before.
A World of Blue
I was living in a pale blue world. Sunlight cast shadows on the snow covered ground in just about every shade imaginable. Then there was the daylight sky with its muted cerulean expanses and white clouds, acequias frozen over with pastel ice. I started making paintings unlike anything I’d ever done.