28 February 2008

Willow Red, 4x4, Acrylic/Canvas

The colors of a mountain winter are about as good as it gets.

to a collector in Falls Church, VA

27 February 2008

Five Bales, 5x7, Acrylic/Board

A loose one of my favorite valley on the planet.

to a collector in Oakland, NJ

20 February 2008

Evening Chill, 4x4, Acrylic/Canvas

Just another brush cleaner, but it was a fun one.

to a collector in St. Louis, MO

19 February 2008

Patterns, 8x8, Acrylic/Canvas

For some reason I tried to do this entire piece with a single brush. That was stupid of me.
to a collector in Abbotsford, BC

18 February 2008

Emergence, 6x6, Acrylic/Canvas

The east side of Monarch Pass, between Salida and Gunnison. I've had some fun winter drives over this damned hill... in my jeep, in a big furniture truck (that we named "Champ"), and in the school bus i used to drive for the Gunny school district. Even so, it's probably one of the better maintained passes in Colorado. I remember feeding chipmunks at the top of it when I was a kid on family vacations. This isn't the greatest photo...our camera seems to struggle with subtle blues.


17 February 2008

Finale, 8x8, Acrylic/Canvas

Yes, another skyscape. I'm not sure why i'm looking up so much lately. Maybe i'm bored with the mud on the ground.

to a collector in Milwaukee, WI

16 February 2008

Dichotomy, 6x6, Acrylic/Canvas

Okay, so bear with me here. This is a piece from my favorite sleeping spot in the West Elks, about half way up Hinkle Hill, just outside of the wilderness boundary. This old pair stands out from the rest of the grove, looking down the Ohio Creek valley towards Gunnison. Over the years i've painted them, leaned on them, slept under them, tried to climb them, been hit by their broken branches in hail storms, hit them back a few times, tried to catch their falling leaves on my tongue, hitched my dog to them, peed next to them, conversed with them (yes, two-way), and shared their view of the most beautiful valley in the world. That's all normal, right? Anyway, last time I was in Gunnison I snowshoed up to see them, just like I try to visit any other old friends when I'm in town. And on that hike I came to one perfectly logical, but nonetheless world-shattering, realization: trees do not live forever. The north trunk (the left one in this painting) has snapped off at the base, probably during one of those hail storms that it used to use as an excuse to throw parts of itself at me. The other trunk is still there, but seems ready to give up and lay down in a slumber next to it's partner. Now, apparently I am wired in such a way that it takes dying forests for me to contemplate mortality and death and all that other fun stuff, because as I laid in the snow (in half my normal amount of shade) my head was imploding on itself with all the typical questions that accompany death and dying. I had walked past and over literally hundreds of fallen trees on the hike up, but this new lack of symmetry pushed me past the proverbial tipping point as I realized that my old friends were gone. On the other hand, behind me stretched the great Kebler aspen grove, one of the largest organisms on the planet, and a self contained microcosm of the life/death dichotomy that puzzles us all. And it is full of trails that lead to pairs of aspen trees with spectacular views. I figure i'll spend a great deal of time trying to meet those new citizens of the forest, but I still miss these two.
So there you have it...my longest post ever, and it's a eulogy. For trees. Sorry.

to a collector in Oro Valley, AZ

15 February 2008

Cloud Shadow, 4x4, Acrylic/Canvas

I was really just trying to knock some paint off of my brushes after finishing another piece, and this is what came off of them.
to a collector in Montreal, Quebec

13 February 2008

Meander, 6x6, Acrylic/Canvas

The Slate River outside of Crested Butte, Colorado. It is slowed every few miles by beaver dams, giving it a fairly placid surface to reflect the peaks of the Ruby Range at the head of the valley.
to a collector in Denver, CO

12 February 2008

Charge, 5x7, Acrylic/Canvas

Cloud formations like these always remind me of armies or armadas, with the tallest billows leading the charge to assault the next mountain range. Maybe "assault" is the wrong word, but they are charging nonetheless.
to a collector in South Amboy, NJ

05 February 2008

Branches and Contrails, 7x5, Acrylic/Canvas Panel

This may be the most fun I've ever had on a painting.
to a collector in Oro Valley, AZ

04 February 2008

Engine 316 at Sundown, 8x10, A/C

I found this engine along the Moscow-Pullman highway. Arrived too early to get the light I really wanted, so I rode around for a while and watched as the clouds crept over the horizon. They eventually cast this blue shadow, which I found even more interesting than the low angle light I set out for.


to a collector in Moscow, ID