With a sprig of rosemary.
Acrylic on canvas
2022
This bottle, at the time of painting, was the world record holder for most expensive bottle of wine to sell at auction, $558,000. Two bottles of only 600 produced by Domaine de la Romanée-Conti (DRC) in 1945 were part of a Sotheby’s sale in New York in 2018.
Acrylic on canvas
2020
Traveling through time, we pick open windows that become the building blocks of life to reach new opportunities.
Acrylic on canvas
2001
Acrylic on canvas
1998
When living in Laguna Beach in the late 90s, we were inundated with rain from El Niño. Laguna Canyon was closed for almost a week before and after mud slides. All the signs from nature were there, don’t build in these areas, don’t push development towards the shoreline, water and the ocean are relentless. “Vs. Nature” paints the picture of our incessant drive to compete against nature with a simple buoy with red light warning us: Go back, you will eventually lose.
Black White Red Series
Acrylic on canvas
1997
To get away from it all.
Acrylic on canvas
2013
The story of a man lying with a woman as the winds of change blow through. The red is a small rose at the door of the barn holding back the inevitable as other men are lined up waiting on the hillside.
Black White Red Series
Acrylic on canvas
1999
When I first moved to Seattle in 1996 to join The Fremont Hemp Co., of which I was a partner, my friends picked me up from the airport and took me straight to Molly’s house for dinner. She was an incredible pianist. After a five course meal, we sat in her living room while she played Mozart, Beethoven and others. The picture window was reminiscent of the life I left behind, an advertising job at Jeep where my 26th floor window office looked out over the Southeast Michigan skyline. Fall was spectacular.
Acrylic on canvas
1996
The Flower Series began with this painting. My path through life looking for a partner. As I traveled through life, and met different women represented as the flowers, I realized she may have been closed off, too square, overly complicated… maybe I read her like an open book or there were fireworks but nothing more. I was looking for more than was in front of me. The red one not on the path I had yet to meet.
Black White Red Series
Acrylic on canvas
1996
The path came from another painting of mine called “Flowers”. It’s a tale of traveling through life looking at all the opportunities around us. This time, those opportunities explode for attention as we continue walking, searching, ignoring looking for something more intriguing over the horizon.
This painting evolved out of my Black White Red Series. Picasso had a blue period, this was mine. I would focus on some specific colors. I chose Black and White in a nod to Ansel Adams because I loved his photography, plus a touch of Red since you can’t add color to a traditional B&W photo. Red signifying, stop, danger, romance or some other pop of attention. This one slipped a little with yellow for the sunset but maintains the visual direction.
Black White Red Series
Acrylic on canvas
1996
Acrylic on canvas
1996
On the surface sure, they are candles. But they are laid out to remind of the conversation and the woman I was sitting across from that evening. We were sitting on the floor, she had her legs to the side as we got to know each other. The larger candle depicts the passion or flame between us.
Acrylic on canvas
1998
The story of greedy corporations slowly bleeding the environment. Like ships passing in the night, we hardly notice. If and when we do, changing their course is arduous with more in the wings to take its place.
Black White Red Series
Acrylic on canvas
1997
Whiskey Acylic on canvas
2012
The draw of fossil fuels from the ground that can’t compete with the renewable energy of the sun.
Acrylic on canvas
1996
Acrylic on canvas
1994
See my studios from the first one-bedroom house in Portland, Oregon where it all began.