Beginnings

Outpost at the World's End, circa 1995. I'd been working in pen and ink; this little drawing was the first where I managed to incorporate graphite and watermedia with some success. Scanned from a not-so-great slide. I so don't miss slides.

Balance

Balance. Graphite and ink, 2000. 

Forgiveness

Selecting work for an upcoming show I found this drawing, Forgiveness, from 2007.  It's hung in a show or two, returned to storage where it waits patiently to find a new home.  Charcoal and graphite, 9" x 4 1/2", framed to 12" x 16". If you're interested in the original, email or message me. 

Atlas Fantasy Art House

I'm very happy to be represented by Atlas Fantasy Art House, Carmel, Indiana. Atlas specializes in illustrator, science fiction and fantasy art, and represents many of the finest artists working in these fields.

A Higher Calling and five other original drawings are currently available at Atlas. Like the gallery's Facebook page to view the rest.  Contact gallery director Bill Niemeyer at 317-364-0833 for more information. 

Woodsplitting

This maple was hard splitting, but I liked that afternoon's light and shadows.  Postcards and greeting cards are available at RedBubble.  

Do More For Others

Stratissimo

It was a grand sendoff, the last Wrong Turn show, the night Randy left to join Megadeth. Word was out he’d got the call and Myhalyk’s was packed, they’d stopped letting people in. Halfway through Little Wing a bouncer cleared a path for a darkhaired girl in a long leather coat unbuttoned and trailing a belt. Somehow nobody stepped on it. She was unapologetic and intent and her Nikon was worth more than my car. Down front the bouncer put her on his shoulders and she started shooting Randy. Her flash fired the houselights, made the lightshow arrhythmic. I wondered who she was.

Google Randy, Myhalyk’s, you’ll find a cellphone video. Milling darkness, a boy’s voice: Fuck I dropped it. Train yells annnd now, lights come up, it’s all Randy. His night, his solo, and he puts on a clinic: Blinding sweep-picking, sweet fluid phrasing, squealing harmonics, screaming bends. Unstrapping, laying his guitar on the stage for the tapped piece he called Stratissimo: Randy on all fours, attacking his scarred Strat like a Steinway baby grand. Down front, a girl on someone’s shoulders, hunched over a camera. Lights flash. Flash. Flash.

A Walk In The Moonlight

 A Walk In The Moonlight is an ink, graphite, and charcoal drawing from several years ago, and among my favorites of my own work.  Happy to make prints available at Bluecanvas.