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Following Bula into the Blue
During a trip to Fiji, I took a day trip to a small private island owned by a Fijian family.  They picked us up by boat and brought us to the island, where they had a small hut, served us...
Painting Through the Pain
My Familial Essential Tremor started to be noticeable in my late twenties when I started flying for Pan American.  My Dad and Sister had them, and now I did, but it was only in my left hand. I am right...
How a Life of Travel Shaped My Art
  New Hire Pan American Airlines 1979  Before I ever painted a horizon, I was flying above one.  For thirty-three years, my world was measured in time zones and night shifts, dawns over the Pacific, sunsets over the Alps, the...
Odd Jobs Made My Art Possible
  "The Dock", Montauk In Montauk, where this dory rests in shifting light, I'm reminded of the years after college, when making ends meet depended more on persistence than stability.  I worked at several restaurants during that time—Gurney's Inn, Rushmeyer's,...
What I Learned from Studying Art
When I look back at my time in college and majoring in art, I realize how many lessons linger, not just about classical drawing or design, but about how to see, slowing down, observe and trust my own process.  Years...
My Father’s Influence on My Art

Every time I pick up a brush or pencil, I feel his influence, not only in the encouragement he gave me but in the way he taught me to truly see.  This blog post is a small way to honor his lasting presence in my work and in my heart.