Saturday, November 28, 2009

All That's Left is Bones


This is a recently finished painting that evolved from my notebook first sketched out years ago. I am interested in the migration and life cycle of salmon, an interest that goes back to my studies as a fisheries biologist. It also incorporates the form of a fish fossil that I sculpted from heavy molding paste. The photograph was printed on canvas, it's of a fresh sea run pink salmon caught in Alaska. The fossil depicts the end of the salmons long journey upstream to reproduce and die and return to it's origins.
Here is the detail of the sculpted skeleton of the salmon.


Photograph on Canvas
Mixed Media
2009

Friday, November 27, 2009

One of my favorite structures is the New York Central Terminal in Buffalo, NY where I grew up near the train yards. This is a great picture from 1928 during it's construction. As with my sculptures I'm more interested in forms that are in process, still incomplete, when you can see the under structure. It seems to feed more into the imagination rather than a finished work.

Monday, October 19, 2009


As part of my commute I load my bike on the bus that takes me into Union Station in Denver. This is an amazing building that is still in great shape and utilized by Amtrak. It would be wonderful to see it once again as a hub in a revived train system in this country.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Early Morning Commute

, 5:20 am at the Park and Ride where I catch the bus to Denver. This is the Raleigh Touring 14 that I ride. I bought it back in the 80's and it's been with me ever since, all over the US. This morning it was 43 degrees with a clear pre-dawn sky filled with stars. My bike light started to dim out on me so I was playing dodge the new road construction signs. No impact, good to go.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Travels Through Forgotten Landscapes


Going through my photo archive I've come across specific pictures that reminded me of landscapes that I once traveled through. Places that were distinct because of their remote quality.

The House Was Next To A White Pine