Door VII
Door LVI
CryptoArt Monetization Generation
Memories Outside Yakima 9-29-2020
Architects of the Future
ZERO (U.S. Bureau of Engraving and Printing)
Another Dime
Ready for the Shuffle
Orange and Yellow After Mark Rothko
M87 Black Hole Deconstruction #6
M87 Black Hole after Event Horizon Telescope
M87 Black Hole Deconstruction #7
M87 Black Hole Deconstruction #8
After Stephen Hawking 1942 – 2018
Stacks of Wheat (End of Summer) After Claude Monet
Water Lilies after Claude Monet
Haystacks (Thaw) after Claude Monet
Poppy Field (Giverny) after Claude Monet
Irises after Claude Monet
Houses of Parliament (London) after Claude Monet
Stack of Wheat after Claude Monet
Branch of the Seine near Giverny Mist after Claude Monet
Portrait of Dorothy Lamour
Haunting Her Flesh
A Dancer Before She'd Ever Danced
And he'd forgotten she was
Marion Davies
Anita Page
If it were me and not you
Portrait of Susan Hayward
Should old acquaintance be forgot (After Atelier Manasse)
One of Us (Frankenstein's Monster with Special Effect Makeup Artists)
After Salvator Mundi by Leonardo DaVinci
What Child Is This? (Madonna and Child)
Portrait of Clara Bow
Portrait of Matheson Lang
Gloria Swanson
Portrait of Douglas Fairbanks II
Portrait of Bebe Daniels
Distracted (Ben Lyons and Bebe Daniels)
How 'bout now? (Portrait of Charlie Chaplin)
Paralyzed Sorta Love
A Portrait of Lillian Gish
In Midnight Stares, I Wander There
Layered Vision of Leona Proof of Concept

What Child Is This? (Madonna and Child)

Since I was a child, I’d always been pulled in by paintings depicting the Madonna and Child. Long ago, I promised myself that I’d take a stab at religious motifs when my skill could only pose a compliment to the subject. This painting is based on a french postcard from the turn of the century. It was the practice of many photographers at the time to hire prostitutes for these commercial photographs. Given that, I wondered if this was indeed the woman’s child. The closeness seems too natural to be staged. And did the child grow up knowing his father or had he been forsaken?

Portrait of Clara Bow

Clara Gordon Bow was an American actress who rose to stardom in silent film during the 1920s and successfully made the transition to “talkies” after 1927.

Portrait of Matheson Lang

Matheson Alexander Lang was a Canadian-born stage and film actor and playwright in the early 20th century. 

Gloria Swanson

Gloria Swanson was an American actress and producer best known for her role as Norma Desmond, a reclusive silent film star, in the critically acclaimed 1950 film Sunset Boulevard.

Portrait of Douglas Fairbanks II

Douglas Fairbanks was an American actor, screenwriter, director, and producer. He was best known for his swashbuckling roles in silent films such as The Thief of Bagdad, and Robin Hood.

Paralyzed Sorta Love

In love, we don’t dare make choices to disrupt the status quo. But when we do, paralysis ensues. 


Expressing the hollowness of being when waking from a dream that was once true, but is no longer true.

A Portrait of Lillian Gish

Lillian Gish was an American actress of the screen and stage, as well as a director and writer whose film acting career spanned 75 years, from 1912 in silent film shorts to 1987. She is the actress for whom the 1991 Smashing Pumpkins album, “Gish” was named after.


A self portrait created the day after landing in Los Angeles for a one month artist residency. Mentally, there was a push and pull to relax one mode of thinking in order to fully enter another.

Layered Vision of Leona Proof of Concept

Once upon a summer evening, I had a dream of walking around an art show. I was intimately familiar with all the work but recognized none of it. My heart was an ache and my mind was a blank. Within the course of the dream, I realized I was at a future exhibit of my own work. A retrospective perhaps? One room I entered was very dark with black walls. As I walked closer to the center of the room, I began to see figures of boys luminate. As I moved around the life size figures, their forms fell away as though they’d been painted on successive layers of glass. But there was no glass. The paint seemed to hang in the air. I proceeded to walk through the figures, between the layers, observing the artwork from all angles I could. The figures were made up of geometric patterns and a rainbow of colors up close. It was of a complexity I couldn’t imagine contriving. And it was only when I stood back at one point in the room did the various shapes and patterns form a complete image. From any other angle, it was a beautiful offset abstraction. It was like nothing I’d ever seen. Like nothing I’d ever experienced. I was twenty years old and convinced I’d been given a glimpse of my future. Or if not my future, then it was a future I’d commit myself to manifesting. Within days of the dream, I used 3D modeling software to create a crude mock-up of the effect I witnessed.