My education was in math, computer science and limnology then art organically grew out of my reverence of nature and my station within it when cave exploration and surveying prompted my creating subscape paintings of the underground. My current work further transforms my love of nature into oil drawings of clouds on highly textured canvas, paper or panel in contemporary techniques with vintage results.
Choreographed brushwork suggests impermanence and transformation, while the heavy texture simulates the atmospheric energy that charges the work to connect with the viewer on an emotional level. The connection to water and to waves is a flowing quality of the transformative energy that these etheric forms have to not only attract, but to convert into liquid. I use this cinematic quality literally when I work, because I feel I am complete with a piece when the whole mass begins to pulse and shapeshift on the paper or canvas. That appearance of flow moves me, like when I am motionless, emotionally arrested, and tearfully full of wonderment at prismatic sunsets, a sky-filled spring day, or sighting a single, impermanent small cloud coming into or going out of existence on a hot August afternoon.
Cloudscapes
Observing clouds is one of my instant and personal connections to the timeless, the infinite. And with veils of paint, I invent cloudscapes in oil grisaille where I try to suggest that sublime feeling. Their connection to water and to waves is a flowing quality of the transformative energy that these etheric forms have to not only attract, but to convert into liquid. I use this cinematic quality literally when I work, because I feel I am complete with a piece when the whole mass of energy moves, swells and flows on the paper or canvas. That flow moves me, like when I am motionless, emotionally arrested, and tearfully full of wonder at prismatic sunsets, a sky-filled spring day, or sighting an impermanent, single, small cloud on a hot August afternoon.
Asterisms 
a group of three asterisks drawing attention to text, or a small constellation
The Illusion of Mattering
no one is your friend and no one is your enemy – everyone is your teacher
