Thoughts on a cold morning.

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 experience to experience, person to person and all through our time in this world. It is pretty obvious that I migrated towards abstract expressionism which makes up the bulk of my work. However I do enjoy landscape and while not very often, I do enjoy painting birds. It is important to me that the hand is evident, always present. The spiritual soul to an image.