Mining for Copper
SOLD
Ice Flow
Bay City At Sunset
SOLD
City Static
SOLD
Ascension
Life
SOLD
Same Day Different Slant
Polar Icecap
SOLD 13" x 23"
When the Party is Over I Will Float Away
River of Pearls
Scorching Day Rising
SOLD
Time Remaining
SOLD
Paradise
SOLD
Glitter Run
SOLD
Crayon Melt
Art Galaxy
Black Sheep of the Family
SOLD
Window Garden
SOLD
Remains of the Days
SOLD
Flamenco Dancer
Red Cafe
Beachin' It
SOLD
Winter's Tree
SOLD
Cattails
SOLD
Peace
SOLD
Welcome
SOLD
Balance
SOLD
Into the Moonlight
Satin Sheets
SOLD
Ghost Ship
SOLD
Whenever we stood at the edge of a roaring surf, or were out in our fishing boat and the winds began to churn the surface to white caps, my father’s voice could be heard booming above the gusting howl. Nature’s torments always seemed to make him wax poetic. Decades later, I could still hear this favorite poem of his by John Masefield running through my mind, his voice reverberating through my soul, memories flooding my very fingertips, as I worked on this piece.
Junk Yard Dog
$475
On the edges of most small towns, one can find the neighborhood junkyard. And just beyond the posted gate, the fiercest of dogs guard the rusted vehicles of days gone by and a myriad of parts and pieces of unserviceable machines. But lying in the overgrown pastures and strewn across abandoned anthills, there must be treasures still, for the guard dogs never relieve themselves from their post. Should you dare to ever unlatch the gate warning you to "keep out", you might be shocked to meet the owner of the ferocious growl.
Salmon Enchanted Evening
22" x 36", $875
When we lived in northern Canada, my dad made friends with some Cree Indians. Before long, he had us lacing snowshoes (a som muk), trying new foods, and passing him the butter at the dinner table after he had called out “ To to saa poa pe me“, and then he would thank us “we naak komaa”.
He tells the story of a weekend spent with his friends catching salmon, and smoking them around the open campfire. He talks of how they trimmed fresh river branches, filleted the fresh, pink meat, and wove it to the wood, then staked it around the fire, and slowly smoked it. He remembers it tasting like something heaven might only wish to serve.
But my memory is locked in on the part of the story he tells of the great salmon that fight their way upstream, warriors of the turbulent glacier fed rivers, instinct driving them to spawning grounds. With reverence he speaks of the moonlit night, and the iridescent colors of the salmons’ scales as they burst from the froth, freeing themselves momentarily from the watery onslaught, tiny slivers of northern lights propelling themselves through a gyrating ribbon of liquid silver.
OH! I can only imagine…..
Tidal Pool
20" x 22", SOLD
Days End
18" x 28", $1800
Here's To All The Dreamers, May Our Open Hearts Find Rest
18" x 28", $1800
Once In A Blue Moon
18" x 36", $785
Midnight Powder Run
20" x 22", SOLD
Night Practice
20" x 28", SOLD
Global Warming
21" x 21"