My art is an unwavering commitment to the subjects that chose me—the horses, the somber landscapes, and the ghosts of the Plains—capturing a "vanishing West" that exists now only in the golden glare of a fading memory

Now, in the  twilight of my years, my mind has become like layers of sediment in the psychological landscape I inhabit. I utilize paint to reach into  the depths of that terrain that I might unearth the resonance of my own history, threading the stories of those somber landscapes through the current of my brush to preserve a west that still breathes within me.

It keeps me out of trouble.