originally i was thinking i’d entitle this blog with something about a phoenix, something rising from the ashes– something dramatic, in other words. but, after thinking about it for some time i realised it really wasn’t all that much of an extravaganza, rather it was a lot of hard work, lost skin and sweat. when […]

when i moved to the vail area in the mid-80s my life changed a lot– suddenly i was earning a pretty good wage, and dealing with friends in a more wide-open way. i began to travel a lot– i’d jump into my car and go to denver (“down the hill” as we termed it, 100

the skull and  crossbones design is one that brings on images of swashbucklers and cries of “avast, me hearties!!”– but leave the eye patch at home for these pieces– you’ll want to see every detail!! it’s an iconic symbol really, but for me it is a stepping off point for many other forms and alternate

reflections– i’ve always loved them. as a child i would pretend they were another reversed world, and i would try to “see round the edges!, try to discover something new and wild. of course, since my life isn’t a hollywood movie it never happened, but i used to try just the same. cozumel is a

cozumel, dead of winter– even though it has yet to go 7:00 the sun is just tipping below the horizon. i am en route to the flamingo hotel (which i have re-christened as the flaming O) to see my friend frenkie, a guitarist and banjo player who is trying to keep the candle of traditional

i am fascinated by shadow and light, and this translates into a lot of my work– my B&W and infrared photography, for instance, but also into my paintings and the like. for this reason i have always loved the look of scaffolding on a day with plenty of light, and i thought that one day

in a wonderful retro move, yellowstone has the original buses that were used some time ago to transport tours round the park. i didn’t ride in one, but shot detail after detail from them– beautiful motor cars, complete with roll-back canvas roofs so the people could stand up and ogle and mug for the camera.

i can’t believe that it was over a year ago when i last began a blog. this one was called “if it isn’t one thing it’s your mother”, but it barely got off the pad and i just couldn’t bring myself back to it, for whatever reason. it lay fallow til this morning when i

i had intended to name this post “girl with sharks”, after the painting i just finished this week after about six months of angst. sometimes being an artist is all about “what’s next?”, and i must admit to being prone to this– sometimes it’s a blessing and sometimes a flaw. anyhow, i was looking round