Restore Our Earth

Acrylic

36" x 36"

$1850

Mother Earth my feelings for you run deep.

You have given much to us humans, food, trees, sky, water, and soil.

Everything for us to sustain ourselves. Now it is our turn as humans

to sustain you.

Dedicated to my deceased brother who died July 2 2019.

My brother loved nothing better then being in nature. The clouds represent his ascension.

Sumi-e ink on mulberry paper

24"x18”

$108, unframed

Spadefoot toads spend most of their lives burrowed under the desert ground. During monsoon rain, they briefly surface to sing strange courtship songs, mate, and deposit eggs in puddles that could dry up within days. This past summer we had very little rain, and we didn’t hear the spadefoot toads sing.

Drawing is a way for me to feel my connection, both in body and spirit, with what is far away, lost, or invisible, but also inseparable from my own existence.

Oil on panel

20x30"

$250

An explosion of living color awaits the cloud’s life-giving rain. Or will it dump murderous acid?

Watercolor

9" x 12"

This watercolor asks the question – what is humanity’s role in the future of our fragile beautiful world? The quiet boat floats gently among the reeds and mud. Is there a person in this story, tending to the earth? Or have humans just recently died out, and this sweet boat is but an artifact of our race – to slowly decay in the water.

oil on panel

5" x 5"

I grew up in a rural setting on a small goat farm an hour southeast of Tucson, AZ surrounded by nature with all of its teeming life, beauty, bounty, and death. My creativity flourished with my love for the desert, creating a deep connection to nature and the emotion it evokes.

This piece features a baby bird I found dead out in nature. I couldn’t help but think of fate in all its mystery, and how some creatures just aren’t meant to be here on this earth for as long as others. Around the bird’s leg is the red string of fate, and a button, nodding towards the birds unfortunate youth cut short by mother nature.

Acrylic paint on gallery wrap

20" x 24"

$300

Imagine standing on the edge of the deep dark pit wondering how did this happen?

Climate change and the lack of concern about our planet.

Watercolor

14" x 22"

$200 (unmatted/unframed)

A harbinger of spring, the melodic, flute-like song of the Western Meadowlark was a welcome sound of my youth, a signal that the long, dark Montana winter was finally over. Enjoying widespread popularity, for obvious reasons, it is the State Bird of Montana and five other Western states. Unfortunately, due to the destruction of its grassland habitats, the numbers of Western Meadowlarks have suffered a cumulative decline of 48% population since they first hearkened my heart as a child in 1960's. The very similar Eastern Meadowlark has fared even worse with its population decreasing by an astonishing 89%. Southern Arizona is fortunate in that it hosts both species of meadowlark, with the Eastern being represented by the 'Lillian's' subspecies, noted by its white cheeks. With the preservation of open spaces and better agricultural practices, perhaps the song of the meadowlark will continue to inspire.