Category Archives: Art 2.0: Stateside

West Coast Move: San Francisco to Seattle

Two years after leaving my job and home in San Francisco in search of a place to live that I can afford, where art can be my first priority, and where community is strong, I have found an exceptional opportunity.

West Coast Move: San Francisco to Seattle

Two years after leaving my job and home in San Francisco in search of a place to live that I can afford, where art can be my first priority, and where community is strong, I have found an exceptional opportunity.

From House to Home/Studio

Our to-do lists have been too long to remember to document much before we’ve dived into work days…and by the end of them, we’ve been too bloody tired to care. But here’s just a little of the Before and After.

From House to Home/Studio

Our to-do lists have been too long to remember to document much before we’ve dived into work days…and by the end of them, we’ve been too bloody tired to care. But here’s just a little of the Before and After.

Shardik

Back in May I sat down with Sam over drinks at the Wells Fargo Steakhouse and asked him about Shardik. The story was so rich, I went from thinking I’d do a modest head-shot to wanting to do a full-sized character portrait.

Shardik

Back in May I sat down with Sam over drinks at the Wells Fargo Steakhouse and asked him about Shardik. The story was so rich, I went from thinking I’d do a modest head-shot to wanting to do a full-sized character portrait.

Sitting and Riffing on Stacey’s Virginia City Porch—Fall 2016

Birds— Joining in call and response with magpies, busy thieving from the finch nest in the lilac bush, dive bombing the gutters on the roof, because…? Flock. Tribe. Gang. Omen. Portent. A solid mass of black and white at the

Sitting and Riffing on Stacey’s Virginia City Porch—Fall 2016

Birds— Joining in call and response with magpies, busy thieving from the finch nest in the lilac bush, dive bombing the gutters on the roof, because…? Flock. Tribe. Gang. Omen. Portent. A solid mass of black and white at the

To Be a Bay Area Artist…

Today, my Facebook memories provided me with a snapshot of the same day in my life across just a few of my twenty-seven years as a Bay Area artist. And the reflection, viewed from the distance of Montana, along with the

To Be a Bay Area Artist…

Today, my Facebook memories provided me with a snapshot of the same day in my life across just a few of my twenty-seven years as a Bay Area artist. And the reflection, viewed from the distance of Montana, along with the

Days of the Dead Art — Montana 2016

NOTE: This post was started the day before the presidential election—the result of which is so disorienting, changing the world so dramatically in a single day—that I can’t imagine how to revise right now. So I’m posting, such as it

Days of the Dead Art — Montana 2016

NOTE: This post was started the day before the presidential election—the result of which is so disorienting, changing the world so dramatically in a single day—that I can’t imagine how to revise right now. So I’m posting, such as it

Montana, October 9, 2016—

Right now I’m sitting on the porch of my old college friend Stacey Kimble Fitzgibbons’ summer home in Virginia City, Montana, 5,761’ above San Francisco-level. I’m looking out at the peaks of what are either the Greenhorn or Gravelly Mountain

Montana, October 9, 2016—

Right now I’m sitting on the porch of my old college friend Stacey Kimble Fitzgibbons’ summer home in Virginia City, Montana, 5,761’ above San Francisco-level. I’m looking out at the peaks of what are either the Greenhorn or Gravelly Mountain