The Gift of Art

Dear Friends, It is gift-giving season, and it just so happens that I have an urgent need to lighten my artwork load—which may work out nicely for you! My paintings and supplies have been stored at a friend’s house in

The Gift of Art

Dear Friends, It is gift-giving season, and it just so happens that I have an urgent need to lighten my artwork load—which may work out nicely for you! My paintings and supplies have been stored at a friend’s house in

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

Art 2.0: Stateside — Making Marks

Have been thinking of getting another tattoo. To mark this moment, this change. A declaration. A promise, maybe. I got my first/only tattoo on my 44th birthday in Oaxaca. The only other time I considered one was in Alaska. Only when the

Art 2.0: Stateside — Making Marks

Have been thinking of getting another tattoo. To mark this moment, this change. A declaration. A promise, maybe. I got my first/only tattoo on my 44th birthday in Oaxaca. The only other time I considered one was in Alaska. Only when the

Art 2.0: Stateside — Starting with Oaxaca

Much has happened since I decided to undertake Art 2.0: Stateside–too much to write real-time posts…but I’ll distill a bit; in not-too-distant retrospect. Beginning with the beginning…     October 23, 2015 Oaxaca. Land of my heart. Montana’s Mexican doppelganger, in certain very important ways. Originally,

Art 2.0: Stateside — Starting with Oaxaca

Much has happened since I decided to undertake Art 2.0: Stateside–too much to write real-time posts…but I’ll distill a bit; in not-too-distant retrospect. Beginning with the beginning…     October 23, 2015 Oaxaca. Land of my heart. Montana’s Mexican doppelganger, in certain very important ways. Originally,

La Familia Loteria 2015

This year’s Loteria cards were made on my friend Amanda’s dining room table, in the midst of a semi-itinerant, semi-exploratory transition period, moving from a steady job and a Bay Area rent, into…well, that is yet to be seen; more on that soon…

La Familia Loteria 2015

This year’s Loteria cards were made on my friend Amanda’s dining room table, in the midst of a semi-itinerant, semi-exploratory transition period, moving from a steady job and a Bay Area rent, into…well, that is yet to be seen; more on that soon…

Help/Work Roster

Well, f*k. Here I am again. Still. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my 30-some years of quasi-art-life, it’s that I can melt down all I want, I can lose my sh*t and burn right down to zero, I

Help/Work Roster

Well, f*k. Here I am again. Still. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my 30-some years of quasi-art-life, it’s that I can melt down all I want, I can lose my sh*t and burn right down to zero, I