Bio

Painting is a way of bringing myself back to my own nature again and again, in unpredictable ways. It wakes me up to the wholeness of life in a way that silences my analytical, conceptual mind. At its best, it is a direct seeing into the nature of things, reconnecting me with the mystery of being. When a painting works, it breathes with its own life in a way that has nothing to do with “significance” or “meaning” or its role as a symbolic act. Life itself isn’t a symbol, it doesn’t “mean” something, and the greatest paintings embody the inexpressible wholeness of life. A painting is either alive, or it isn’t, and this mysterious quality of life is something the critical mind can’t pin down or dissect or explain.

From the seventies though the nineties, alienated by much of what was going on in art and art criticism, and disturbed by the prevalence of conceptual concerns in the making of art, I simply painted as a sort of meditation, a boot camp for heightened awareness, a way of staying true to myself. In the past couple decades, painting has attracted more respect and attention, so ten years ago I began showing my work in places as diverse as San Diego, Marin County, Florida, Georgia, Wichita, Minot, Cincinnati, Manhattan, and London. Manifest Gallery has published two of my essays on art. Every few years I have a solo or two-person show and continue to write about art here. I’ve won numerous awards and my work is in private collections both in the U.S. and internationally.