Dawn rose oxide. Treebark steadfast. Flight erasing the space between us. Air marking, marks airing. Lightness lifts the grip of...

Last week to see my work in London. 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘩 at No. 9 Cork Street includes a series of my paintings...

Out of silence, a recent visitor teared, 'I see these paintings as a plea for tenderness.' Another whispered “It’s as...

Here I felt the grass grow through my body, filling the surface with its energy. When the mark reflects back...

I feel I must make myself as vulnerable as a fading blossom blown by wind in order to convey its...

All of the paintings in 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘔𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘮 were painted outside durationally immersed over two years in embodied relationship within the...

An exhibition wall contains this central space. A mentor once told me that a painting needs a room. This central...

This and the subsequent three posts walk you through the complete gallery installation views of my 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘔𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘮 exhibition. For...

Once again I am in love with small paintings—as when I painted outside on small boards in the hills of...

A master ink painter in China once demonstrated for me the three levels of an ink painting, his brush waving...

My paintings sometimes echo as evidence of their environment as if somatic frottage. Here I rubbed my hand-processed oil stick...

A thoughtful person commented that the tactility of these paintings must be hard to capture in images. Because this show...

In 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 I felt the earth push back. I attuned to the intensity of the storm transforming the mud...

In Cloud Mud I wanted to give weight to the changes of light in the sky. Something about painting the...

For many years I worked in walnut ink with a bamboo pen that had a flat-edged sponge on one end,...

This is one of those night paintings with subtle shifts of atmospheric color that is impossible to convey in the...

I am sharing a few extra works from this series because it is joyful and reminds me to keep dancing...

Before night swallowed the grassland where I painted, a swarm of streak-throated swallows would fill the pink sky, carrying us...

A friend once told me that sometimes you need to make a solid mark that in context transforms itself into...

This is a good example of why I imagine the painted sides of these paintings like a slab of mineral...

I started spraying my aluminum surfaces in 2022 after experimenting with many other ways of creating a rich, velvety, dense...

My favorite time to paint is at nightfall. In the coolness of the night, I often see the burning of...

Line has always been at the heart of my paintings. The infinite variety of line animates my work—how it communicates...

𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳 breathes through its shifting sheen and densities of iron oxide and malachite. Layering lightly over one another, the...