Scarecrow Chilin in the Garden


New collection coming, Life in the Dordogne 2022. Come find me in the abstract! Lots of mark making and poetry of form and color. 


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Hot Show Cool Art


I’m happy to be apart of this show amongst talented artists from the Sonoran Art League. Show is offered from April to October at the Desert Foothills Gallery. Site:


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Saint Hildegard of Bingen


Saint Hildegard of Bingen, oil in canvas 18 x 24. One of my favorite saints. 

Hildegarde von Bingen (1098-1179 CE) was a Christian mystic, Benedictine abbess, and polymath proficient in philosophy, musical composition, herbology, medieval literature, cosmology, medicine, biology, theology, and natural history. She refused to be defined by the patriarchal hierarchy of the church but she abided by the magistrate. However, she pushed the established boundaries for women almost past their limits.
Along with her impressive body of work and ethereal musical compositions, Hildegard is best known for her spiritual concept of Viriditas – “greenness” - the cosmic life force infusing the natural world. For Hildegard, the Divine manifested itself and was apparent in nature. Nature itself was not the Divine but the natural world gave proof of, existed because of, and glorified God. She is also known for her writings on the concept of Sapientia ��� Divine Wisdom – specifically immanent Feminine Divine Wisdom which draws close to and nurtures the human soul.


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Smell the Rose


Fresh off the easel (chevalet en français).Pallet knife, oil on raw Belgium linen, mounted on gator board, 12 x 12. $250.


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Before a Painting Poem


Before a Painting

I knew not who had wrought with skill so fine
What I beheld; nor by what laws of art
He had created life and love and heart
On canvas, from mere color, curve and line.
Silent I stood and made no move or sign;
Not with the crowd, but reverently apart;
Nor felt the power my rooted limbs to start,
But mutely gazed upon that face divine.

And over me the sense of beauty fell,
As music over a raptured listener to
The deep-voiced organ breathing out a hymn;
Or as on one who kneels, his beads to tell,
There falls the aureate glory filtered through
The windows in some old cathedral dim.


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