Sunset (silver maple), 2023.  Oil and acrylic on canvas,  54 x 72"

Summer Crush, 2023.  Oil on canvas,  28 x 44" (diptych)

Cissy's Garden, 2024.  Oil, acrylic, and dye on canvas,  48 x 64"

The Birds, 2025.  Acrylic and oil on canvas, 38 x 48"

Unless we close our eyes, we can't see where we used to be anywhere, 2024.  Oil and acrylic on canvas, 64 x 48""

Like Life (Irises), 2024. Oil and acrylic on canvas,  36 x 36".  Pit II, 2024.  Oil and acrylic on canvas,  24 x 20"

Windows, 2023. Oil on canvas,  24 x 20". 

Moonstruck, 2023.  Watercolor, india ink, dye, and acrylic gouache on mulberry paper. 34 x 27" 

Vespertine, 2023. Acrylic gouache, india ink, walnut ink and watercolor on mulberry paper; quilted. 44 x 70"

Ekstasis, 2023.  Watercolor, india ink, colored pencil, and acrylic gouache on Shiroishi washi and Stonehenge paper. 34 x 27" ​​​​​​​

Tricksters

Installation shot of two-person exhibition with sculptor Josh Johnson at Marxhausen Gallery, Concordia University Nebraska, 2024

Janus, 2022.  Oil on canvas,  73 x 54" 

Coronarius, 2023.  Oil on canvas,  72 x 54" 

, 2023.  Colored pencil on paper,  22 x 22" 

Briar Hearts, 2023.  Colored pencil and gouache on paper,  22 x 22"

Reflectors, 2023.  Watercolor on paper.  18 x 24" framed.

Bush Light, 2022. Colored Pencil on Stonehenge paper, 16 x 20" framed

My current series, Between Fires, explores my changing relationship to landscape during the Covid-19 pandemic. In the past 3 years I’ve spent significant time in my backyard, and have come to appreciate how my activities there have become a primary way I mark time and derive meaning in an era of pandemic, climate disaster, and political upheaval. I’m thinking through cycles of the moon, pin oaks, and an overgrown mock orange bush. My attention has shifted to small subjects in my immediate environment that have taken on poetic or portentous qualities, creating a sort of ‘backyard mythology.’ This series explores catastrophe and routine, particularly responses to when catastrophe seems to become routine. The routine campfires my loved ones and I sit at have become a way to mark life happening between an endlessly dire series of current events.
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