Old Unavailable Works
These are mostly older original pieces I've done as well as a couple reproductions.
Titles and descriptions are located below the photos for reference.
The Sound of Walking Away
Morning Moose in the Swamp - Possibly the first painting I did in junior high school.
Tribute to Grandpa - Painted this over 50 years ago when I learned of my grandfather's passing.
Winter Evening in Heaven - That's what my dad would have said about this small painting on black walnut. It's what I say too. Only someone who grew up in northern Minnesota, Wisconsin, or Michigan would understand. the peace and tranquility of simple living.
You Might be a Big Fish in a Little Pond
Cessna Over Mount Rainier - A few years ago I was fortunate enough to go flying with a friend that is no longer with us. He let me fly two of his aircrafts. We flew several times over some of Washington State's most beautiful landmarks, this being one of them. How could I not paint this?
So I did.
The experience really can't be conveyed in a painting, but I tried my best...
Tango in Paris
La Belle Dam Sans Merci
Fog Lifting in Mukilteo, Washington
Honda S2000
Fireflies at Ochanomizu - A creative reproduction of an 1880 color wood block piece by Kobayashi Kiyochika
White Tiger for Tim
Woman with Banana Leaves (reproduction)
Boats at Sitka
Midnight in Heaven
Protecting the Herd
The Eye of the Beholder
Meeting at the Old Maple
Race Among the Ruins
The Relationship
Traditional English Fox Hunt (reproduction)
Hummingbird Don't Fly Away
Puddles on the Beach
Live to Ride, Ride to Live
Peace Required
Oblivio Acebit
School's Out
Queen Elizabeth 2 in Lahaina
Satisfied
Please Let Me Fall Asleep in your Garden - Original no longer available (Sold)
Inspired from the song, "Drive" by Jai Wolf
You are me. I am you.
Gas Works Park in Seattle
My paintings are payments, and sometimes they’re gifts. An echo in a canyon, searching for a home. They are like passengers all lined up, waiting for a train. Even medicine to relieve some pain. They are apologies and epiphanies for those eyes that shine. They are pastures and people and things left behind. They are letters in the sand, and constellations in the sky. My paintings - songs yearning to be sung. They are dead until they are loved alive. And they don’t mind the wait.
They are what I can give from what I have lived. They are not FOR the people who buy them, they ARE the people who buy them. When they see it, they say, “That’s me.” That’s when the painting says, “Yes, I see you too, and I always will”.
That’s the artist/art buyer connection.
Why? Because the beauty isn’t in the painting.
You’re looking at a mirror.
The beauty is YOU.
It has always been you.