Welcome.  I mostly put this here for myself.  I want a place were I can look at the body of my work over the years.  If you visit, and you enjoy what you find, that’s great.  If you see something you want to engage with, and discuss it with me, that’s great too. 

I don’t feel especially good about myself right now.  Pardon my oversharing, but I’ve struggled with depression for most of my life.  As I write this, it’s gotten rather bad.  I don’t feel like anything I do, or have done, is of any particular value.

All my life I’ve made things: drawings, paintings, prints, then eventually furniture, picture frames, kitchen designs, etc.  I feel best when I am creating.  That’s really the only time I know peace.

Sometimes, looking back at my work, I can see glimpses of good in it.  I can see value in it, even if others don’t.  If there is value in my work, then maybe there is value in me.


Searching and Struggling

These are the prints and paintings from my senior year of college, through my mid-20’s. There is a lot here. I was very prolific in this period of my life. I was also struggling with some very difficult things. My alcohol and drug use was spiraling out of control. I was searching for meaning, and understanding, and I was tearing at the spiritual identity I’d grown up with.

Some of these paintings are very coarse, even ugly. Some may give offense. I don’t intend to explain all the imagery and meanings, but if you see something troubling, especially those that seem misogynistic, consider that many of these paintings are asking questions, not making statements.

Blobby, Figurative Stuff

These are prints, Paintings and Drawings from my Junior year of College. I was searching for a style of my own. I’d discovered a technique called Styrofoam reduction printing, and I enjoyed it very much. Essentially, it’s a relief printing technique similar to woodcuts, but using a block of Styrofoam, usually an old meat tray. It doesn’t allow for fine lines, but it is quick and immediate.

Picture Framing

I worked as a picture framer for many years. I loved it, though the money is a bit sparse. Eventually I taught myself to make traditional, hand carved and gilded frames. I’m really proud of some of these.

Spoons and small wooden objects

I’ve developed an interest in green woodworking. Especially in spoon carving. I don’t especially care about spoons, though. It’s just a form to explore. Working with green wood is interesting, though. There is a lot more left to chance in green wood. It’s soft, so it’s easier to carve, and it’s a simple, meditative joy. It’s also more likely to spoil after the fact. After all the work, it still has to dry, and it just might crack when it does. There is a lesson there, a bit of Zen.