Magnolia Trunk


9×12 original pastel on sanded paper, framed, $225 plus shipping

Everything has a foundation.  A foundation gives balance and standing.  In the case of a tree, a foundation gives nutrients to the rest of the plant.  And if it is a flowering tree, that a very important role.  A magnolia tree does not have an ordinary trunk.  The massive magnolia tree has twists, overlaps, color contrasts and texture.  I tried to encapsulate one and hone in on an essential part that may not be pretty like its flowers, but just as interesting.

Deep in Thought


12×16 original pastel on sanded paper, framed, $375 plus shipping

Men can be beautiful.  It is not just a female thing.  Beauty of course emanates from within but then bursts forth to physical features.  Beauty is a look.  It is an intensity.  It is something out of the ordinary.  Something breathtakingly different.  For this model, it was the eyes.  It was also the hair.  He had a few dreadlocks.  I love dreadlocks.  I don’t know why.  They are gorgeous.  They are organized matted messes, but I like them. The thing is, a man can be very masculine, but also have long hair and be beautiful as well.




12×16 original pastel on sanded paper, framed, $375 plus shipping

Give me classic.  A classic drawing in charcoal with clean lines.  Classic clothing.  Classic antiques. I want a statute in my house…maybe some sort of bust of an intellectual to go in our library. I like maps and globes.  I like old books…ones with dust on them about political philosophy or biographies of great artists.   I like columns.  I think some of my Renaissance people may their way to my home library.  They are classic, solid and sure.

Artist Dreams

They have started.

Not good ones.  Anxiety riddled ones.

The scene was my childhood bedroom, Mountain Street, Carson City, Nevada.  Strangers were ringing the doorbell and pouring into the ranch-styled house, down the hall, and into the room.  I was not ready, but they came anyway.  I scurried around, stuffing a dirty clothes pile into a corner.  My half hung art awaited the crowd along with a small bowl of Cheese Nips for appetizers.  A couple approached me and pointed to something they wanted on the wall.  It was not my work.  They wanted a copy.  It was supposedly a painting of Michelle Obama, but it was really an abstract of a red hat on top of a three dimensional white heart shape.  I tried to no avail to talk to this couple about size and price.

I have lawyer dreams.  Stuck in a law firm like Hotel California.  Appearing in front of a judge with no legal argument.

I have teacher dreams.  I open my notebook at the podium.  Nothing so say.

I have student dreams.  I go to my locker but cannot remember the combination, or I am in finals week but have forgotten to go to my classes all semester.

But last night was my first art show gone awry dream. In a weird way, it makes me smile.