Education:
Maryland Institute College of Art, B.F.A. Painting
Syracuse University, M.F.A. Painting
The artist need not experience in actual life every emotion he can express. Through manipulation of his created elements, he discovers new possibilities of feeling, strange moods, perhaps greater concentrations of passion than his own temperament could ever produce.
Not all of humanity that inhabit earth today have benefited from the past 150 years of industrial revolution. There is wonderful beauty to be found in this world, well traveled paths will lead you there, along the way we have learned to distract ourselves from leering too long at the crumbling towers of our industrial past, abandoned cities and its festering discontent.
Paths lead past great rivers and lakes that no longer support abundant life in its multiple chemical brew. There are wonderful coastal views that are still beautiful in their erosive state in the Rising Tide. We seem to be doing 'ok' breathing all that extra CO2.
The oceans of earth have been our silent friend where we go to meditate and play. The next time you face that wide expanse remember this: the oceans have been absorbing the bulk of CO2 from the atmosphere. The CO2 transforms into carbolic acid in the ocean, inhibiting the ability of sea creatures that depend on calcium carbonate to build shells and corals.
The above was a brief introduction to the philosophic rational behind some of my images. The images below illustrate the 3 categories of separation of my recent paintings.
It was my years on Delmarva 1980-1999 that I was able to observe the increasing coastal winter high tide changes. My favorite site to explore was Cape Henlopen State Park, Lewes DE, when at the full moon cycles in June, I was able to observe several times the great spawn of horseshoe crab eggs and the resulting feeding frenzy of the migrating shore birds on their journey to the arctic. The synchronicity of earth and nature is fragile in the Rising Tide.
The forgotten landscape is an ever growing malignancy, with little political will to reverse direction. Eventually much of aging suburbia that is adjacent slowly morphs towards disturbia.
Through a dreamy landscape of hypnagogic musings, I journey to the receding rem of the event horizon, to rescue gems of the mind before vanishing in the abyss.
