Thresholds

A Lullaby for a Florida I Lost Oil on Canvas 60"x45"

Zion Oil and Spray Paint on Panel 24"x30"

Cutthroats and Flowers Oil on Panel 19"x18"

Drifting in BC Oil on Panel 18"x18"

Nola Oil and Oil Stick on Panel 14"x11"

Wild Geese Oil and Crayon on Panel 19"x18"

River of Grass Oil on Linen 44"x51"

Blue Highways Oil on Panel 30"x24"

Wassaic, Three-Toed Woodpeckers Oil on Panel 20"x16"

Dunes (Pink-Violet) Oil on Canvas 60"x45"

Wyoming Oil on Panel 20"x16"

You Held My Pink Quartz Heart Oil and Oil Stick on Canvas 60"x45"

Missing: 1992 Geo Tracker Oil and Oil Stick on Canvas 60"x45"

It's the Same Feeling, Sunday in Savannah Oil on Canvas 60"x45"

Night in the City Oil on Panel 30"x36"

the landscape is not the land. it is a concept, a painting. a construction toward a type of space (historically white space here in these united states). the land with all its interlaced ecosystems will not be defined: it is change, flow, endless cycle. it is not the picturesque. the work i endeavor to make is simultaneously lost in the romanticism of the non-human environment with its ability to awe, to sublime, to make us feel small, but also continuously aware of how the built human environment has begun to touch everything. how all space is up for development. i want to know where things that are not us will fit into the future. will the natural environment just be fodder for the Ai server databases or will we collectively rise and say this swamp is too special to drain, this endangered freshwater snail is the portent of our future. i grew up in the woods and was taught a concept of masculinity through the conduit of the environment; how to survive, be tough, kill things. i see my practice as a way of breaking that toughness through softness, nest building, poetry, bringing my cat camping. acknowledging the performance that is recreation. that modern hunting culture is. that being a man is. i layer my work; i hope you keep finding little details and hidden narratives, because i believe in the power of erosion as opposed to avalanches. i want to be the persistent drop of water that bores a hole in the stone. i want to be nothing and everything. i make this work in earnest, it is vital.