Last weekend, some friends and I traveled to Montana for a wedding, appreciating the natural beauty from the view of car window. We stopped and gazed at this scene, traintracks just below this grassy cliff. The water, we found, was crisp, nearby rocks seemed to be destined as sunbasking chaises. We might have spent only…

I used to have this recurring dream as a child. There was a bridge. It was at Ala Moana Boardwalk and there were pathways on which to rollerskate or jog and concrete bridges arching over bits of waterways that flowed to the Pacific Ocean. This dream was always pleasant and just there. I would wake…

A A place in Austraila with eroding mountains and desert shrubs. I found it in a book about places that have inspired art. I could imagine if it has this effect in photograph form, traveling would definitely fuel some great paintings for me.

I’m a little morose. I was planning on painting some sort of landscape and here I paint this. I title it “Widow” because more recently, I’ve felt like I lost something, but I don’t know what, but I look at calm scenery, the bay outside my house, the distant snow covered mountains surrounded by an…

I felt challenged by this picture. I painted a photograph from a book about France, a Place of Dreams (that or something like it, is the title of the book). I still haven’t been to France, Europe, or even French Canada, but someday I will taste a croissant rolled by cigarette stained fingers.

This background (painted by Matt) makes me feel a little chaotic. I imagined that neurons in a mental person’s head are connected in this idiosyncratic way, with hard turns and layers of color, each relating to a certain persona, never intersecting. This is a portrait of Kristen Stewart. She’s always had that smoldering look for me.…