I am enchanted by the variety and beauty of western skies–clear blue from top to bottom, piled high with sunlit clouds, marbled with swirls of feathery translucence, lurid at sunset, purple with monsoon rains, soft with evening gradations of turquoise and lilac.
I want to feel entranced by a painting. If it holds my gaze for a long time and I feel joy, peace, or contentment, and sometimes wonder and awe — then I hope others will feel the same way.
I imagine my collectors waking to a sunrise feeling hopeful, pausing during a busy day to lose themselves in a cloudscape, seeing promise in a rainbow, relaxing in the glow of evening, or being awestruck by a thunderstorm.
I paint iconic western landscapes in their contemporary context to celebrate beauty in an imperfect but beautiful world. A lightning strike is awesome when viewed through a car’s windshield. A rainbow in the rearview mirror is breath taking. A highway stretching toward the horizon pulls us into the distance and seemingly into infinity.