Keeping it Simple

On a trip to Saluda, North Carolina, 
we went to an orchard and picked a basket of apples.

When we got home this one was on the bottom. The way a few leaves and stem had come away with it and been pressed together in the basket gave it character. The bruise made it downright poignant and so I decided it had to be painted! Sometimes the days that knock us around and mess up our hair are the most interesting. 

A Few Words About What I Do (part 1)

If I must choose a title for myself it would be painter. But what drives me as an artist is the urge to tell a story. Not in words, of course, but in pictures.

More specifically, my desire is to either suggest some kind of narrative in the frame of a still life or a portrait or to find the single most pivotal moment in a story, compose it in my mind and arrange it on a canvas in such a way that it captures the attention and imagination of those who look at it.