Twenty years ago I was living in Seattle, Supervising a sculpting facility for a former Karate student of mine. I was teaching private Karate lessons, studying Aikido at Emerald City Aikido, and painting and drawing late into the nights. A student at the dojo was also
Something always comes before… Before I picked up a pencil or a brush, before I began calling myself an artist, before I really knew what the world was like, I had my Woods. These trees were the green security blanket cast upon the landscape of my childhood. I grew up in “the country”. Woods were … [Read more…]
Here is the scene… I am pushing my Mother-in-Law in her wheelchair, it is the first really hot day of the year, surprisingly and thankfully late July, Rebecca; my partner, collaborator, comrade artist, is walking next to us carrying our increasingly tepid water. We are at the Denver Botanical Gardens, lumped together with