Poems
Poems Watercourse way ( a poem) I pour the paint Up and down the canvas and let it run Ultramarine and Phthalo blue like a memory of...
Do artists "see" differently than other people?
A good friend wrote recently: “Seriously. I believe artist are savants. The true artists see the world, the colors, the sounds, feel the...
MOVING TO SANTA FE
My wife Lisa came home from an extended stay in Aldea just outside of Santa fe and announced that she no longer wanted to live in Denver,...
Watercourse Way
I am staring at a blank canvas—and it is huge, measuring 5 feet by 8 feet. In my hand is a glass of watery phthalo blue paint. And I am...
Devastation and Redemption
The studio looked like the aftermath of a bomb blast. For weeks before the show, it had seen a frenzy of activity, and was rarely tidied...
Solo Show: "Still Life with Cataclysm"
A couple years ago now, I chanced to start working with a new medium and new substrate. My first solo show, "Still Life with Cataclysm"...