Morning fog a few days ago

The morning after at the Wilma

I had the utmost pleasure to stay in Athena's studio in the Wilma building on Friday night after the opening of my show, Wood Cuts. This is the morning after.

more from the show

Here's the show...

"Wood Cuts" show at the Catlayst

Here's my postcard for my upcoming show at the Catalyst Cafe in Missoula, Montana for the month of December. I'll be posting all the images here on my blog on Friday when the show opens.

The show revolves around recycling and reusing. I've created two collections of imagery that center around the concept of "wood cuts".

One collection involves old slide photographs of tree silhouettes that I have reversed in black and white to mimic the spareness and beauty of an actual wood cut print. The other collection is created by cutting and pasting. I've enjoyed cutting and pasting since I was a kid when I would glue macaroni to cardboard to make pictures for my mom. For this show at the Catalyst, I've taken old photographs and test prints that have been gathering dust in boxes for many years and cut them up and pasted them to create new visual landscapes. The process has been new and challenging for me. Each piece is unique and one of a kind.

Check back on Friday to see all the art if you can't make the opening at the Catalyst.

Looking back

New feelings and insights emerge when I go back to look at old photographs. It happened this morning as I was searching for a particular image and got waylaid by these pictures. The images are of my college roommate's children this past summer.

just can't stop looking

the ocean still calls me as i look out my window to snow covered grasses, trees and and mountains. i've been back for two days and i'm longing for the cold wind, rain and hard sand. what draws me to the ocean? for all my ruminating about it, i think that what speaks to me the most is how clear it seems: where water meets sky. somedays, they are so alike that its hard to feel the difference between the two and some days, they are as different as cold coffee and warm brownies.