Something inward drives me to search for stories to paint.
I'm drawn to people.
I want to hear stories of a well-lived life,
a legacy woven with beauty and brokenness.
I'm seduced by the land.
Immersed in the colors and smells of the seasons,
I'm captivated, awestruck, humbled by God's creation.
That's what gives my paintings life.
Inspiration flows as I discover what makes every person and place
unique and interesting. All have a story that needs to be told.
Like my friend, the wise Apsaalooke teacher, whose prayerful spirit
blesses, comforts and instructs generations to come.
Like the vast land and legacy of the Bighorn Mountains,
the deep canyons and forests, mountains and rivers, prairies and skies.
When I walk out into this beautiful land
carrying my paint colors and boxes of empty white panels,
I feel the presence and stories of the people who walked before me.
And I return carrying boxes of glorious skies and streams and hills,
wind-blown grasses and snow covered mountains.
