My birds of prey, one of the road maps of North America.



Just finished the last bits on these two. I have a third piece drawn out in pencil but I cant start until these are done drying. three paintings this size drying takes my whole living/bike storage room.



I study them in California, but they connect me 2,000 miles east to the Illinois prairie remnants.


Through a river of music and paint on a rainy winter day.


A woman sings to me on the stereo speakers.

In my empty house she sings, “You’re only as helpless as your heart agrees”.

I moved paint around on plywood until a bird flew out of it.

My shoe laces are a mess, dinner is running late.

Hats off to you rain clouds.