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How to Make a Painting

acrylic on canvas

60”x48”

2025

Weird Mountain Dream

acrylic on canvas

52” x 42”

2025

Lazy River/Ball Pit

42” x 50”

acrylic on canvas

2025

West Salem Art Hotel, W-S, NC,  August 2025

Deep Creek

Acrylic on canvas

48”x60”

Deep Creek (detail)

Noospheric Transmitter

Acrylic on canvas

48”x48”

Noospheric Transmitter (detail)

Invisible Landscape Magnified

Acrylic on canvas

48”x70”

Sculpture on a Beach

Acrylic on canvas

​14”x11”

One Floating Rock, One Buried Rock

acrylic on canvas

14”x11”

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Mountain Tunnel

acrylic on canvas

11x14

Bins (good at organizing bad at

staying organized)

Ink and prismacolor on paper

20"x24"

Bins (detail)

Geodesic Pile

acrylic on paper

10”x8”

Cloud With Hole

acrylic on paper

10“x8”

some clouds, a few rocks, and pictures of trees

January 2025, Culture WS​​

Blue? Cloud

10“x8”

acrylic on paper

These new paintings contemplate compositional problems with visual language derived from the cultural

landscape of my childhood. For me they have come to suggest a levity infused lost future of saturated color.

These are places of the imagination constructed from re-formed fragments of the world. Clouds, towers,

cartoons, skewed grids, graffiti covered buildings, and the unfathomable novelty of nature collide in the

pictorial space, arranging themselves in compliance and defiance to the modernist tradition.

The smaller drawings and collages are more direct and less precious. They are artifacts of the process and

attempts to more deeply understand the elements of the work in an isolated environment.

Some Clouds, a Few Rocks, and Pictures of Trees

Culture, W-S, NC, January 2025

Root Pile (Tulip not Poplar)

graphite, prismacolor, laser print on mylar, LED

20"x24"

Ancient Stack

sandstone

12"X16"X46"

Cloud Pile

steel​

~32"x32"x40"

Picture of sun from Moore's lookout

prismacolor, graphite, laser print on mylar, LED

14"x11"

Picture of sun from Big Creek (pop tops)

prismacolor on mylar and paper, LED

14"x11'

Exoplanet WASP122b

steel

24"x18"x10"

&​

Person in ditch needs a lift

prismacolor on found photograph

9"x12"

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Drawing for sculpture that's hard to make.

prismacolor and graphite on paper

17"x24"

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flagged

prismacolor and graphite on mylar

11"x14"

The works from this exhibition consider nature as an aggregate of ever changing information. Based in the geological, biological, and historical richness of western North Carolina the representative pieces here reflect on the novelty of moments in the backcountry ,while the abstract works explore "organization" through grid, pile, cloud, and the messiness of categorization.  

 

Root balls erode as sites of past rebellion,  having lifted stones to the sky in a last act of defiance against the gravity that pulls them back to the ground.  The rocks are gathered in their custom grown net and levered back uphill in a small victory against erosion, natures most voracious sculptor; water, its most aggressive tool.   {Hurricane Helene's catastrophic impact on the area adds layers of meaning here.  My initial approach was in admiration of these new scenarios; mountains in miniature; the unknowing reorganization of residual chaos.  Now, they are emblematic of a greater disaster locally and globally.}

The conveyor of this water, the endless ephemeral bucket that carries it back uphill to carve again, floats effortlessly despite its heft. Ever think about how much a cloud weighs?  Our new conception of "cloud" as information makes me think about our own internalized organization of thought and experience as a 3(4?) dimensional Venn diagram; revealing some limitations of "the flat." It might not weigh much but that's a lot to be carrying around in your head. 

"Bins" looks to this labor of organization, slowly replicating the rules set forth.  Step by step the small variations become visible.  The visual trickery seems an apt analogy for the distortion in processing our own experience with the world.

Perhaps my favorite method of organization, the pile, speaks doubly in Ancient Stack.

Dirt piled up, layered for ages and pressed into stone only to be cut by silly mammal into a funny shape.  

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