I paint portraits, landscapes, and anything else. I love to tell stories. I play traditional Irish music.
Life is like a long hike through mountains, deserts and valleys, meeting fellow travelers and hearing their tales, running from bears, hearing foxes bark clear and cold on the hillside.
I live in a house that’s almost like a treehouse (except we don’t have to climb a rope ladder). It’s the first house I’ve ever owned, and I’m filling it with art, music, love, and laughter.
It’s not perfect. It’s usually a mess, with projects spread all over every room. A flicker (a big brown woodpecker type bird) keeps trying to move into my attic. The deck needs refinishing.
But at night in the spring I can hear tree frogs singing like angels, and I can see the milky way. And the light of the Sierra Nevada lights my artwork and my mind.