Moon of the Water Bearer

Finished on the new moon in Aquarius (1.21.23) the fortuitous timing coincided with a gentle prairie snow, so I set the painting outside to receive the winter moisture, infused with nourishment and beginnings. It has stone texture, embedded grain, rust, and local limestone. My moon paintings are always a seasonal expression of what’s happening on […]

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Cottonwoods are Whisper Trees

My favorite tree is the Cottonwood. There are some who say she is a whisper tree. A sort of sage that grasps secrets from the ether and gifts wisdom on the wind to those who would listen, telegraphing fortunes on fluttering leaves. The waxy click clack on the summer warmth sounds like the ocean to […]

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Lodestar

With the autumn equinox, darkness becomes a more familiar companion. The night comes sooner and envelops us longer. Nature withdraws the kinetic energy of the growing season, and gifts communion with the night.  It is a chance to see the world differently and consider new possibilities. Here, in the well of the night sky, the […]

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Flowers, Born of Land and Time

I love the ancient feel of these flowers, born of land and time. They contain the silt of the Smoky Hill river which tells the story of this place as it slowly meanders across plains collecting detritus. The piece is eroded with limestone and has stone texture, rust, sagewort ash, red earth pigment, and paint. […]

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Buffalo Commons Festival, McCook, NE

Sometimes, there are just really special events that tell the story of the West and bring people together in unique ways, the Buffalo Commons Festival is one of those. Hope you will join us for this group show as we explore art as a storytelling medium. […]

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The Flint Hills

When ranchers burn the prairie in the spring, the land remembers to grow again. Old growth is removed and deep prairie roots are restored. Created with stone texture, paint, grain, rust and burnt wild prairie sage. Click here to see the maker video: The Flint Hills […]

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Winter Prairie Flower

Life is most poignant at the end of the winter prairie. It clearly reveals the soul and character of a wild plant. Her deep grooves are resplendent now, evidence of a journey that saw a lifetime of suns and moons, wind and searing heat, growth and now rest. Before the sun nudges her anew, she […]

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She Dreams of Beginning Again

The winter prairie is a hard, especially in late months when it holds on so desperately, but it is then when the wild things that dwell here are so compelling. Their stark grace calls and commands respect for the unfathomable beauty of all that has endured. Plant life exudes a faded loveliness defined by deep […]

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At Winter’s End

Again and again, the root stretches in cold soil, and emerges to delight in sun. Like a slow river winding across the prairie, she changes and grows. Then again and again, when the light ever slowly wanes, she wonders will my red plumage ever be as beautiful as it is now? Again and again, she […]

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