I try to crawl inside a photo and look another direction. The Lake - Milwaukee , I have become a pigeon or a seagull hovering above yesterday's landscape. You will see bridges in most of my paintings. They are an obvious landmark and a subtle metaphor. I could write on for twenty more pages but there isn't space.
All places are really the same.
I don't really want to be anywhere except where I am, at home with my family. I can hear the sound of my children running down the hall and when they play at my feet next to my easel. Now the world can see what I've done at home in Iowa through the Internet. All rights reserved.