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Thoughts on a cold morning.

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My training at The University of Georgia was very academic and for lack of a better way of saying a very figurative program. Relentless in-depth study of human anatomy, dissecting cadavers in the biology lab, learning to draw and study in the traditions of the great masters. Model after model, pose after pose, hours and hours of figure work, how I miss the academic rigor to figure drawing. Despite this immense joy, or maybe I should say “because” of this rigor I discovered a disciplined approach to my practice. I have a genuine  love for exploring color and texture, often producing my final product out of many layers. I of course am fascinated and always contemplating our shared human need to scratch out a meaning, interpretation, purpose or simply what is found to be beautiful in our shared world for the short time we are here. I have always been pulled to the primitive, the simple hand scratching, chipping, carving, “I have this to say !”. Whatever “this” is,of course varies from...

Run Of The Mill

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 Although I wish all projects could be elaborate, the reality is that many are small everyday tasks. However this does not diminish the importance of any task to a client. I have always tried to bring my best inclinations of composition and color to any task no matter how big or small.

Newsletter

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 In a self-masochistic way I enjoy the process of making newsletters. The problem solving involved with determining how the letter will be folded mailed and opened. What the will the reader see first, second, third? I enjoy the puzzle, very similar to composing a painting.

An Incredible Collaboration

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 This particular project I feel fortunate to have been involved with was for lack of better words was  action packed.  Late night edits , calls and zoom meetings with team members from California, Oregon to Georgia and Massachusetts. Often intense and always productive. 

A Cancled Project

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A project I worked on that never made it to fruition. Although I was disappointed that it never progressed to a final solution I was happy with the iterations that evolved. 

Thirteen Unorganized Thoughts

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  1. Meaning in my work is generated more from an emotional response from within myself or in response to someone else and the gifts they share.   I have never been real active in trying to make social or political statements with my images. I tend to be more introspective.   2. My images are more than mere decoration. They are deeply immersed in thought and concern, for not just tactile and visual relationships, but interactive relationships with the viewer. Most of the time they are intended to be meditative.   3. If I were to say they had a sound, it would be the quiet silence of falling snow.   4. I predominately use acrylic because it is such a versatile medium. From creating transfers onto acrylic skins, or mixing additives to create textures, opacities, and transparencies, acrylics are uniquely suited to manipulation. The ability to play cook or mad scientist with the paint suits my temperament well.   5. I often think of the elements...

A Minute

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 It has been a minute, roughly twelve years or more since I last posted on Blogger. What has been going on? This can get a little complicated. Let me figure out how to even start. A small part of the puzzle is that I had a regular website. I did post my fine art (paintings) fairly regularly for awhile, that website no longer exist. The other pieces are that in 2017 we decided to pull anchor and move from Georgia to Colorado, ending up in Silverton. A very small town high in the San Juans of Colorado, population of around 600 in winter. I had already been in survival mode for awhile but now it really kicked in. Most all of my creative inclinations had to stop, certainly my beloved painting.  I was working in a couple of gift shops and the historical society just trying to make ends meet. Then the pandemic hit and moves back and fourth across the country. As a result my computer was stolen, and most everything I had owned, I was forced to sell out of necessity. I had to give up ...