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Crumbling clay bricks... dry, crackled mud... collapsed, roughly-hewn masonry...
sun-dried grey timbers, cracked and splintered... the textures of the
southwest are rich. To paint surfaces and light in the desert
landscape is a challenge. The places in these paintings are steeped with
history and each culture's footprint dissolves under the anvil of sun, wind and
water. I try to depict history through place.
The landscape has an indistinguishable mark between what's man-made and
what's natural. Ruined dwellings dot the rocky hills and the dwellings are
made from rocks from that hill. The blocks sink again into the dirt
and lie among the never used stones. I follow bare, stamped paths
through the cactus and gnarled pinon clinging to bare stone and find a rich
subject matter that lies beyond my own imaginary capacities...
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