Category Archives: In Process

Sometimes ideas go splat?

Or do they?!

I think I can say this phase (the project I am talking about can be followed in my last 2 posts) is not on track. I had all these ideas and the symbolism was pouring out, but visually, I am not sure it quite works. Now does that mean I am throwing the whole project out? No. I am actually not even sure I am tossing this phase of the project, but I wasn’t anticipating how much all this black would jump out. I suppose the two should have opposite color palettes? In my mind, the “Spirituals” were going to be painted in white and the dictators in black, but once the white is laid over the black, the black is still the main subject, not the white… hmm… since this is a project of dichotomies and how we are intertwined within each other: the prevalent darkness in even the most saintly people and the innate humanity in those we vilify, perhaps the confusing colors serve a purpose to stop and think about this great big family. We are probably all quick to see Mother Teresa in our family tree, but who really wants to claim Hitler? Do Mother Teresa and Hitler both live in you?

When I started writing this post, I was thinking this piece would be painted over before sundown, but now I am almost convinced to keep it! Oh- artists!

What do you think?




The space is thinning… triptych part I.

You saw Stalin last week in process. I have now added a few others to phase one of my triptych exploring that thin thread that differentiates each of us. Phases two and three will consist of Thinkers and Spirituals. Mulling over this space between us is encouraging some interesting interpretations of our collective family and how we are all connected. So there will likely be a lot more coming from me on this. For now, here is a view of part one. Since this photo, a thin white thread has been stitched across the canvas in a beating pattern from a heart monitor. It’s white on white, so you almost can’t see it…


The Nostalgic West

SmokingcowboyprogressSometimes being in DC (or anywhere on the East Coast, really), makes me miss my Western roots. Growing up in the Northwest and then spending many quality years in the beautiful Colorado Rockies makes me want to get in touch with my inner cowboy a little more these days. Forget that I am deathly allergic to horses (at least last time I checked about a decade ago), sometimes it’s just about being able to stand some place and see as far as your imagination allows you before the horizon wanes off the edge. So you might get more of the nostalgic West out of me in the near future!

Smoke-break Cowboy, in progress: approx. 15″x27″, pencil and charcoal on paper

Bird’s eye view

Always in the process, here is a little something in a series I am working on. This is not nearly finished and is dressed up here with an instagram filter, but you get the idea. I’ve had a title suggestion or two. So far in the lead (and at the very least winning this post’s title), from a loyal viewer of my art, D’artanian, is “Bird’s Eye View.” Hit me up if you have any others for consideration! The work is comprised of watercolor, pencil and charcoal thus far… but who know what else may hit the paper! Enjoy!



Progress Report: The Cowboy.

cowboyprogressWant to see a little late night productivity? I popped an old movie in that I have seen one million times (the kind where you don’t really have to watch it because you already know every scene) and grabbed my cup of tea (perhaps a little less inspiring than something starting with a man’s name, ie: Jack, Jose or Jim… but oh well) and got down to business until about two in the morning. Here’s where I am with it. I can’t wait for you to see what it will become… hopefully!

*That is always an artist’s risk: to take something you already like a lot and add that other idea you had for it, knowing full well it may completely ruin the piece altogether… but hoping that instead, it seriously makes the work.


The Ballet.

Last week I had the privilege of watching Cinderella fall for her Prince though the Mariinsky Ballet at the Kennedy Center. One of the only New Year’s Resolutions I have actually kept is experiencing one ‘professional’ performing arts event per quarter this year. It has proved to be one of my best resolutions and enlightened me to the importance of such soul-invigorating experiences. I feel so alive when I hear an entire orchestra of dozens of people playing instruments made up of hundreds of parts; listening to it all come together right before my ears into a poetic story that once was made of black dots and squiggles on a funny lined paper. Not to mention the dancing that has been meticulously choreographed yet somehow still exudes a beautiful freedom in its movement. Needless to say, I loved the ballet. Below is a peek at a piece inspired by the glass-slipper cinder-girl and her royal audience.


When you work alone in an office or studio, to prevent yourself from becoming ear-less you might need to add another motivating force. So today, this little guy wanted to be my assistant. I actually thought about using him as a paint brush for a project, you know try something really avant-garde, but I had nightmares about PETA coming to get me. So for now, I will just allow him to be the little piece of knowledge that, in fact, there is another living being in the room with me and, no, we do not need to resort to removal of one’s ear or senses. I wonder if Van Gogh had a pup…