Art, more specifically painting, has been an integral part of my life since the age of 14 when my mother brought home a box of Grumbacher oil paints to help me recuperate from polio. Painting on cardboard as my canvases at first, I found my love of art and life taking wings. When I could afford them I discovered canvases, but it's the expression of creativity that matters.
After graduating from high school and attending Idaho State University where I majored in art, I inexplicable wound up spending the next 25 years of my life in journalism and advertising for newspapers. Then another five years as a digital graphic artist before post polio syndrome forced my semi-retirement in 1999. Finally, I have had the chance to see if I could make a living as an artist . . . so I'm where I am today.
I'm certain it's true of all artists - and possibility non-artists - but the colors - the hues in a spring dawn, the fire in an evening sky, the soft pastels of a deep winter snow, the complexity of tones in the shadows of a tree - colors and hues and tones - they draw upon something within you that makes you so very glad to be alive. Art is simply a visual celebration of life - an expression of the joy or sadness inherent in the lives we lead. Perhaps the artist has it one up on everyone else - he or she can lay that love of life out on canvas or paper or whatever substrate for all to see. It's a wonderful release of pent-up creative energies - a visual poetry of the heart.
Although my site is new and under construction, I hope you enjoy what you see.
