After a busy week with family on vacation in Savannah, GA, it was time to head back home to Durango, CO. In a three-phase journey, the first leg was driving to catch a plane in Atlanta. Here’s how the view looked from the back-seat:
Only three pages left in my last mini sketchbook…
Just wanted to give you a peek behind the sketchbook. Yes, I’m an artist. But I’m also just a guy. Here are 10 things that help to make me who I am.
Continue reading My Razor is Older Than Me
While in school working toward my art degree I just didn’t seem to quite fit in with either my teachers or my fellow students. As a business-student transfer I was just a little too uptight and logical. And as a minimalist it was really hard for me to throw everything into my artwork. My natural tendency is to do the least necessary to share my message. Continue reading I’m Not Eccentric Enough To Be An Artist
I have been drawing in some fashion since I can remember. Encouraged by my parents I was always a creative child. Some fond memories from my childhood are the art classes that I took with my mom at nearby art guilds – paper crafting, clay sculpture, wood carving, and weaving all come to mind. Continue reading My Artistic Journey
