Meadow Lark songs are my favorite bird voice.
They remind me of growing up when there were more open spaces and we heard them all the time. Now to hear and see them is a treat. This guy was in my neighbors pasture.
A casual glance, a turn away, a delayed reaction, a second glance, surprise, something unexpected, has reality just become clearer! This miniature work is a reminder to look beyond what is noticed at first glance, look inside, look again. Literally hundreds of small pieces of wood, actually 702 individual pieces of wood, were cut, sanded and fitted together to create this small-scale work. I find great satisfaction in placing large challenges in front if myself, even if they are small in scale.
Pickup men inspire many of my paintings because they are expert horsemen along with their well-trained horses. Although they make it look easy, their job is not simple and is at times, very dangerous. I love portraying the often dramatic chases whether it be after a loose bull or wild bronc or to save a hung up cowboy from deadly hooves or horns, which they do for hours on hot, dusty days at summer rodeos. I chose bright, warm colors that would reflect that hot, dusty feeling as well as brushstrokes that emphasized the non-stop action.
It is a picture perfect day in the fields of mustard seed blooms. A new little calf finds security close to his mom. Each baby knows his mom’s voice, even though they sound the same to us. It is so amazing to watch this miracle of life and the bonding relationship that takes place between mom and baby. We have witnessed this scene probably one hundred times and it never grows old.
A lover of pointing dogs, vizslas in particular, these two bird lovers slammed on point and remained staunchly in their spots when their find of a pheasant covey flushed out, causing chaos. The good dogs stood still.
This patterned pot was part of my Arizona grandparents collection of art objects. They loved collecting art and art objects from reservations, galleries and roadside stands. This pot made it’s way to me. It’s signed on the bottom ‘Ol Bald Eagle with a drawing of a feather and N.D. Marshall. Credit where credit is due. This is one of those art within art pieces. I’ve become more interested in pattern in my own work in general although the patterns I usually play with are light and organic rhythms. The regular repeating symmetry of the patterns on the pot felt like a musical counter point to the patterns in the worn wood table top.
I met this handsome cowboy when he was working as a wrangler at a ranch in Utah. He was always sharply dressed in the Buckaroo style and tradition, and cut a distinctive figure on his horse. In addition to being an excellent horseman, he was exceedingly helpful, skilled, and polite….the epitome of a true cowboy!
My friend, a retired veterinarian, and his dog Jack, are real inspiring hands. Many are the foals & calves that have been delivered, by these kind hands, as were the many round-ups, in which these two made the best team. These Seasoned Hands, are a real testament of hard work and much love.
A young horsewoman rides her horse through the chest deep Cheyenne River in South Dakota. The soft blue folds of water envelop and caress horse and rider like blue velvet making the day appear soft and warm.
Bobcats are usually solitary animals. They live in our forested neighborhood in Colorado. I photographed this bobcat in Montana. Bobcats’ coat color can vary across the states. In the northwest, they are darker in color than the cats of the southwest desert area.
It’s quite haunting to hear the cry of a bobcat in the night.
After seeing so many wonderful pictures of famous Grizzley 399 and her four cubs of the year, I knew I had to see them, too! After booking a room, we headed north the next day.
With the magnificent Tetons as the backdrop-The 24 year old bear and cubs emerged from the willows. They played and wrestled and dined on biscuitroot. It felt like such a privilege to spend time with them on an incredible warm spring day!
Yep, it's dinner time. We all gather together for the evening meal, families and barnyard creatures alike. The clouds hang low over the horizon and the sun is just about to disappear and the moon will take its place in the sky. Silhouettes replace three dimensional form and the world becomes softer. Everything begins to slow down and there is stillness out there. This is a time for reflection. How did the day go? Soon there will be time to rest before it begins again. The sun, the moon, the busy day, the quiet night. Now it's time for "The Evening Meal", the between time.
Turning out a horse into a pasture can be a non-event or it can be strangely filled with commotion. Initially this palomino was grazing quietly before he started running down the line of horse pens like a sports fan starting the wave at a football game. He ran and trotted back and forth until all the horses were as wired as he was. Satisfied with this, he went back to eating the grass in directly in front of their stalls as if nothing had happened.
2020 had many record breaking and devastating wildfires that scorched the earth at the same
time. In Wyoming it was the Mullen wildfire that started in the Medicine Bow National Forest
and crept across the Colorado state line. Fueled by high winds, drought, and old beetle kill
timber it was feared that this fire might have the potential to join the Cameron Peak and
Troublesome wildfires. For months the demons threatened the homes of humans and animals
alike....all keen to survive its treacherous path.
“Where the Wind Blows” is carved from a weathered piece of Colorado alabaster. I was intrigued by the wind and water carved stone when I saw it in the stone yard. I could see the bird shape already in the shape of the stone, then, inspired by a photograph by Edward Curtis of a warrior named Shot in the Hand with a unique stand-up-in-the-front hair-do, I incorporated my version of this warrior on the backside of the bird’s tail. I also wanted to depict the importance of the whole eco-system, the wind and the rain, the animals, and the community.
Winter Blues was inspired by time that my wife and I spent in Wyoming this past year where we saw Mountain Bluebirds flitting around near the campground we were staying at. I sculpted this piece during the winter and decided to represent the bluebirds in the cold of winter to take advantage of the great shapes provided by small birds puffed-up against the cold weather. When considering the patina for this piece, I decided to have the one bluebird looking back over its shoulder colored as a female to give a nod to strong females who go their own way, elevate who and what they are a part of, and stand out from the crowd.