Once there was a fox who chased an invisible bird.
Stories build bridges between the seen and unseen world—breathing life into a ways of being, understanding, and feeling, that, at it’s most profound, illumines a path toward enlightenment.
My work rises from a quiet mind, without censorship. I simply follow it towards its natural conclusion. I love the marriage of word and image, which, when properly balanced, are ever receiving and ever expanding, making active participants of those involved in their hearing, seeing, reading or re-telling.
My favorite place to be is standing upon the bridge, peering over the edge at the beauty that ebbs and flows beneath.
I am grateful and flattered.
In contentment I find happiness. In gratitude I find contentment. In humility I find gratitude.
I have a place to work and create and a family I love and support and who love and support me. I have a place to call home. I have enough. I write it out because I need reminding.
I tell and write stories to my three girls (and my wife). Images come through me that others appreciate. I have had the good fortune to have been invited to speak and teach at the International Mokuhanga Conference in Japan as well as at many other institutions nationwide. In addition I am flattered by all the supporters and collectors who choose to live with me and my work as well as institutions who have chosen my work for their permanent collections such as The Smithsonian Institution’s National Museum of American History, Savanah College of Art and Design, Vanderbilt University Heard Library among many others.