Enter "The Kingdom"

     My Still Lifes represent the fall of controlled light upon a variety of textures. To produce them I arrange items in a manner that is meant to stimulate the viewer beyond the painted surface: usually intended to imply an event or story, often countering initial humor with lurking sadness or darkness: the result being complexity of content. Most often the underlying pulse of my art is something primal, familiar and broad, which I then focus into something yet unseen by means of my imagination. Therefore, my representational paintings are conceptual - borrowing from any art form - while still drawing from the still life genre's rich history of direct observation and skill. Viewers are thus invited into my imaginary world - The Kingdom - wherein ordinary and not so ordinary objects comprise settings for metaphorical characters and scenarios: a mainstay of which are origami dragons and troll dolls. Though the paintings stand alone, and are interpreted widely, I do offer my take on the content with "Tales from The Kingdom": a bit of accompanying fiction. "My Soul yet Sings" for example, depicts the irrepressible power of art to sustain the artist. 
     As I work from direct observation (as opposed to photographic references), setting up and lighting the scenario (perhaps requiring several days) begins the physical process, followed by a month or two of actual painting. The objects themselves are selected for their symbolism as well as aesthetic contribution, and so must pass through intellectual and visceral "filters" in order to participate within a constructed scene. These objects, some of which have a personal connection to me, I continue to collect, or if need be, make. Along with my origami dragons and troll dolls, another visual trademark is my inclusion of colored glass to produce luminous shadows: shadows in general, are a major compositional contributor to my designs.

     From a technical standpoint, each painting is built up in glazes from a mid-tone ground, with the brushstrokes then being eliminated by stipple brushes; the end result is my soft-edged version of realism wherein the represented objects are allowed to emerge from their surroundings and shadows, gradually becoming more solid as need be. In fact, I seek opportunities wherein contours can be completely lost. Along with glazing and wiping, a variety of other techniques are employed to produce the many subtle surface textures, including dragging, rubbing, scumbling, tamping, and even a few more secretive methods of paint manipulation: a combination of direct, and indirect painting. Though I stress the importance of draftsmanship to the visual artist's fundamental skill set, I do no preparatory drawing for my still lifes; the drawing is worked out directly in paint. No mechanical devices (including photography) are utilized to produce these paintings. My glazing medium is Windsor & Newton Original Liquin. My palette consists largely of: Cobalt BlueFrench Ultramarine Blue, Phthalo Blue, Phthalo Green, Quinacridone VioletCobalt Violet, Cadmium Scarlet, Burnt Umber, Burnt Sienna, Raw Sienna, Yellow OchreYellow Ochre PaleCadmium Yellow PaleNaples Yellow Lightand Ivory Black (Bone Black) - as well as Permalba White. My limited "constant" palette is noted in bold type. I use Gamblin Gamvar varnish, followed by a dulling, satin spray.

 

As always, it is my intention to invite subconscious flow, exhaust my intellectual capabilities, follow my instincts, and convey that which is my unique vision: in this case, to describe the effects of controlled light upon particular things, and invite viewers into an engaging imaginary world.




My Soul yet Sings!
 20"x16" Oil on Panel Available from the Artist
Tales from The Kingdom
He had been giving his all; pouring his passion through the instrument he so loved, for it was the opportunity of a lifetime. The audience was entranced, but alas, the King unexpectedly yawned, and made no effort to hide it. Murmurs infected the audience like fire, whispers stinging his ears as he played. Then it happened; his brain seemed to lock, and his nimble fingers lost their way altogether. Frozen before the soon jeering crowd, he sat illuminated, shrinking into something unrecognizable.

And banished he became by a Majestic whim. 

Time passed slowly. Yet one day a breeze caressed his broken bare skin, and with it came the irrepressibly sounds of strings to his numbed brain: his only to hear: for no one else. A melody bloomed, swelling and rolling, and so he was taken, lost to circumstance, lost to the very world around him by the gushing music of his mind. His swollen eyes brightened and welled. "You may turn your back," he thought to himself, "cage my body, bind my hands useless, but my soul still sings." 

Awards:
International Guild of Realism's 11th Annual Juried Exhibition, Winfield Gallery, Carmel, CA, 2017






And so the Panic began
 16"x20" Oil on Panel Available from the Artist
Tales from The Kingdom
There had been previous indications - dry spells to actual drought - but never had so precious a resource remained so scarce. Whispers of "mercy" passed countless cracked lips as up-cast eyes begged empty skies for rain. But not the King; His Majesty would not suffer so, for within his court were Wizards held close. The King’s lips ever-glistened with wine and water, as did relatives’ in good standing. Societal daggers acted swiftly among those clamoring to gain favor: anything to remain protected. But those beyond Royal walls had no such privilege. Impossible gates cared nothing of pounding fleshy fists, or impassioned words of men. Many returned to the village well to wait, helplessly, hopelessly, refusing to return home empty-handed yet again. Bodies began to slump in the heat never to rise. Glimpses were exchanged quickly. But from a downcast head, one soon settled his glance upon the blood of another, held fast, eyes narrowed by the darkest intention. The sun was sinking as a scream ascended into the air. Then the real panic began. 

Awards:
Oil Painters of America's Eastern Regional Exhibition, Anderson Fine Art Gallery, St. Simons Island, GA, 2017 



The King's Solicitors 20"x16" Oil on PanelAvailable at Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR
Tales from The Kingdom
While tidying up from his meager supper, an elderly peasant was surprised by a pronounced knock upon his door. “Who is it,” the peasant inquired. “We are here on behalf of His Majesty, the King” (the door swung open wide revealing two courtly Solicitors) “who offers gifts of great kindness,” they continued in unison, “the answer to all your problems.” The peasant blinked at the smiling Solicitors, then at the bounty before him, dumbstruck: “at what cost?” he finally uttered. The Solicitors’ smiles deepened. “Your mere signature,” they replied, “committing your eternal allegiance to The King: a trifle, really.” The peasant ran his weathered hand across his experienced face then clutched his beard in deepest thought. The Solicitors’ eyes twinkled in anticipation. The peasant however, stood frozen in the moment - mind racing - for honestly, it all seemed too good to be true.   

Awards:
The Van Wolf Arkansas Artist Award - Art of the Heartland Annual National Juried Painting Competition, Southwest Artists, Mena Art Gallery, Mena, AR, 2016
International Guild of Realism's Winter Salon, The Marshall Gallery, Scottsdale, Arizona, 2016
Juxtaprose Literary Magazine, Volume 10 cover, 2016





The Brawl of the Century
 16"x20" Oil on Panel Available from the Artist
Tales from The Kingdom
Time and again, such clashes had been billed as the most crucial conflicts ever in the Kingdom's history, determining its very future.  "The brawl of the century," the prognosticators now declared - and for once no one could deny - It was.

Awards:
Art of the Heartland Annual National Juried Painting Competition, Southwest Artists, Mena Art Gallery, Mena, AR, 2017











Keeper of the Flame
 20"x16" Oil on Panel SOLD from Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR
Tales from The Kingdom
There had been no warning on the wind: no portent delivered. So one might imagine the surprise when - on a night seemingly like any other – the Keeper detected a soft metallic “click” at his back. He turned only to find himself wholly transfixed, mesmerized, for the ancient cage had opened of its own will, and the flame of his keeping was making an exodus beyond its lantern home. Softly effervescing in the darkness, as if for a purpose, the flame then hovered with new life before its protector, licking the night with colors violet, orange and blue. The work of a Wizard? Perhaps this was something far more powerful. The Keeper smelled nothing wicked, in fact the situation almost teased "follow me". The Keeper could only watch as the flame intensified and grew, and though he was filled with unease, he could not help thinking, ‘something wonderful was about to happen'…

Awards:
International Guild of Realism's 11th Annual Juried Exhibition, Gallery 1261, Denver, CO, 2016
Finalist - Still Life Category, Art Renewal Center's 12th International Salon, 2016







The Wonderweapon 16"x20" Oil on Panel,
Tales from The Kingdom
The King had never seen anything like it, for there had certainly never been such. Unnerved were his bowels, his thick legs a bit unsubstantial - but exhilarated was his jaded heart. The King’s eye struggled to consume it all. Deliciously monstrous and cocked, it sprawled under the spotlight like an otherworldly creature anticipating a wicked prowl. Magnificent! Just as promised, this was certainly it: the weapon to best all weapons, the means to end all wars. The field of battle would tremble and give way at the very sight of it. Hardened enemy hearts would waiver, fleeing before it like children. And what of conquest, thought The King? Mind wildly racing, he simply whispered, “I’ll take it.”

Awards:
Honorable Mention - 59th Annual Delta Exhibition, Arkansas Arts Center, Little Rock, AR, 2017





The Contemplation Pool
 20"x16" Oil on Panel SOLD from Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR
Tales from The Kingdom
It had been a long journey of weary, determined steps, and had cost him in countless ways. Alone he went - dismissing the agonizing aches and thirst that whittled away at his very life. On he went, believing his reward was ‘just over the next dune,' and even when all hope was hidden from his heart. Then, shimmering in the distance, there it was; his cracked lips parted at the sight. He felt the shadow of The Keeper of the Temple as he passed, its scales glistening like diamonds in the blazing sun; it only let him pass: for he was expected. He refused all offers to freshen himself or even quench his thirst. Not yet. He dragged his damaged feet down the cool corridor, toward a multicolored curtain held open by a servant who would not look at him, and stepped inside. His pulse quickened as he gazed into the glass-like surface of The Contemplation Pool. A single drop of sweat disrupted his reflection, and as the undulation subsided, he saw what he had hoped for, and tearfully smiled. A gentle finger rippled the surface a second time, and he soon saw what he most needed, and gasped. He closed his eyes and tried to comprehend what was happening. His senses were saturated. Then, with greatest care, he sent a long final breath across the pool, and waited to see what he owed… “The world will come to treasure your time upon it,” revealed the telling waters, “but alas..." he lastly learned, "you will not survive to see it.”

Awards:
Oil Painters of America's 2016 Salon Show, Castle Gallery Fine Art, Fort Wayne, IN, 2016




Artifacts of the Ancients 16"x20" Oil on Panel
Tales from The Kingdom
Construction had come to an unexpected halt. Now only those directly involved in what had become an impromptu excavation were privy to the shrouded site, as well as, of course, the Royal Court. The wisest scholars fumed in heated debate as to the meaning of what had been unearthed; a few were attempting to attach their own names to the immortal finds; the King’s Geographer and Alchemist had come to actual, vicious blows. Claims wild and resolute flew, even while several expressed concerns over methodology. No one was in charge of the scene. While one suggested offering some form of worship, another saw only darkness: a hoax spawned of the nether regions. The Artifacts held their secrets, like massive stoic monuments to the heretofore unknown. Astounding to every eye and fingertip. Terrifying in implication. For behold, what giants had walked the ancient world, slipped into a starry sky, slithered into an undulating sea - trod upon the very Kingdom? Behold!

Awards
Oil Painters of America's 25th Annual National ExhibitionEisele Gallery of Fine Art, Cincinnati, Ohio2017  



Night Watch 20"x16" Oil on PanelAvailable at Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR
Tales from The Kingdom
Saws sat silent. Hammers long lay idle: sweat gone from their well-worn handles. The hour was languid and late, so no one anticipated an intruder slinking about, examining the castle’s new construction – certainly not the Watchman snoring softly in the corner. The golden creature gleamed teasingly, magically, more than it should for a prowler, but its stealth was perfect, even as it opened its jaws in an undetected show of satisfaction. Footfalls were that of feathers upon cotton, placed with determined, catlike care. But what was the creature considering? Why was it here? Mere curiosity one might conclude, for it stole away just as it had come. Curiosity, yes. In any case, no harm was done it seemed, not even sawdust was disturbed, and as everyone knows, mere curiosity never killed a dragon.











Her Secret Garden
 
16"x20" Oil on PanelAvailable at Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR 
Tales from The Kingdom
“Keep your eyes shut,” she demanded, “’til I say…” not that it mattered much, as the night was black as pitch. Then taking his hand, she led him through a hole in the garden wall to a spot she had predetermined, and gently turning him around added, “wait here… and no peeking!” There was a soft click, and he felt the warmth of electric light on his anxious face. “You are the first,” she softly admitted, “no one else has been here.” His smile deepened. “Okay,” she then said, “go ahead.” Slowly he opened his eyes, and his lips parted slightly with wonder, in fact he swooned. “It’s more beautiful than you said,” he finally uttered, but wasn’t gazing upon the flowers, for the joy in her eyes outshined the world.

Awards:
Oil Painters of America's Eastern Regional Exhibition, Eisele Gallery of Fine Art, Cincinnati, Ohio, 2016
 





He followed the Money
 20"x16" Oil on Panel,
Tales from The Kingdom
He was a young and otherwise ordinary fellow, and only recently awakened to ideals, so it was curiosity and sheer doggedness that propelled him through the bureaucratic cobwebbed-fog to find... “Disgrace!” he cried. The accused looked down their noses with astonishment, scanning instinctively for their spokespersons, but alas, they were caught alone. “Disgrace!” repeated the young man. Passers-by took notice, building in number until they formed a raging venomous, mob. “Cronies, liars, thieves,” they screamed, along with worse forms of derision. The accused squirmed with priceless expressions, wincing and wailing from every barb like exposed, cornered cockroaches. But were the glistening tears sincere? For how does one shame the shameless? Oh, but this was big. BIG! In fact, scandal was on every curled lip… for a while, that is. For eventually the entire affair became overshadowed by the very act of life and living. Times were hard, and some even turned back to the cockroaches – still entrenched upon their rotten pedestals – and begged to be saved. The embittered young man was broken, and only further so when a rumor circulated that the King had offered pardons (as they were all related), and nothing ever really changed.

Awards:
South Arkansas Art Center's Annual National Art Competition, El Dorado, AR, 2016






The Forbidden Kiss 16"x20" Oil on PanelAvailable from the Artist  
Tales from The Kingdom
Within the forest twisted and deep, in a cabin long since thought abandoned, a peasant girl held her breath as something impossible began to unfold. Something thought secret. The peasant girl shrank in the corner, making not a sound as a light rain pattered upon the timbers overhead, as two sworn enemies emerged from the shadows to stare one another down. Thunder rumbled and softly rolled away. Focused were the visitors, lost to everything beyond their locked gaze. The peasant girl's heart thumped, unsure of what would happen next. Yet there were no growls or huffs, no posturing at all; eyes were wanting and desirous. Slowly, the young golden temptress stepped forward, giving herself to the scarred brute before her. But how could this be? What would this mean to their warring clans? The air was humming as they met with the softest tenderness. The peasant girl smiled from the shadows despite herself, her heart given over to something infectious, for it seemed there was something amorous in the very air. The temptress stared longingly; indeed she loved him so, and knew he would die for her.   





Keeper of the Red Jinn 20"x16" Oil on PanelAvailable at Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR
Tales from The Kingdom
Within the mountain deep, the dark hall had been calm for so long that it was difficult to conceive the horror and mayhem once let loose upon the villages below. Praise be to the Keeper. Praised be his unshakable strength. For those inexperienced the damage once done seemed impossible, dismissed by children as wild stories. Better that they never know. But the elders remembered: remembered through tears, through fingers caressing unnatural scars, arms holding loved ones with dull aching hearts. And yet it had seemed so wonderful at first. Some had even gained treasures of sorts, or so it once seemed. Only remnants remained. Remnants in the form of graves, nightmares, or the silence of vanished souls. 

But all was calm now. Praise be to the Keeper.

Awards:
Oil Painters of America's 25th Annual National Exhibition, Dallas, TX. 2016 







Blood like a River
 16"x20" Oil on PanelAvailable from the Artist  
Tales from The Kingdom
Honor? What was such compared to love? To overwhelming desire? The Soldier knew the price of approaching so boldly, of intervening into the lives of so wealthy a home, after so long abroad. Warm breaths vaporized in the cold moonlight. The Soldier dismounted and kneeled, calm, vulnerable, making a full appeal to the woman of his need: the girl of his sweetest memory. Having survived the unimaginable, he was willing to die for her. The Husband drew his exquisite weapon and paused, studying his set reflection in the blade. The look on every face made it certain that there would be blood fouling the delicate snow at their feet, blood like a veritable river.  








Slipping a Snare 20"x16" Oil on Panel, SOLD from Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR 
Tales from The Kingdom
The approach had been slow and deliberate, for it had seemed too good to be true. Still the delicious aroma wafted from the goblet: nectar that it was. The experienced creature had smelled it from high in the hills, knowing the power delivered by a single sip, knowing the cost as well. It had hesitated in the shadows, but no one had been detected. Nothing had made a single sound. Anticipation had filled the creature’s nostrils as it took one more step - into the light. Suddenly the creature recoiled and sneered as a hiss escaped an ancient throat. Now the scene came together; death was close and teasing. The hiss morphed into a drawn furious scream. The creature dared not step forward. 

Slowly, senses exploded, flushed and trembling with rage, the creature backed into the swallowing shadows.









Midnight at the Oasis
 16"x20" Oil on PanelAvailable from the Artist 
Tales from The Kingdom
The night had grown quiet but for the occasional rustle of tent walls and soft shifting of sand. Snoring somewhere to be sure, but no more sinuous music or swaying of sultry bodies by lamplight, no more fleeting glimpses caught through sheer adornments. No more seduction. It was always the same. The vixens had vanished like smoke - a mirage - just as the guests’ carousing subsided: given to slumber of one form or another. Yes, another indeed. For only the animals really rested, milling about calmly, healing, paying little heed to the magic letting loose in the air. 

Awards:
Finalist - The Artist's Magazine 32nd Annual Art Competition, 2015
Oil Painters of America's 2015 Salon Show, Beverly McNeil Gallery, Birmingham, AL, 2015
31st Texas & Neighbors Regional Art ExhibitionIrving Arts Center, 2016
Art of the Heartland: National Juried Painting Competition, Southwest Artists, Mena Art Gallery, Mena, AR, 2016
International Guild of Realism's Winter Salon, The Marshall Gallery, Scottsdale, Arizona, 2016


This might Sting a Little
 20"x16" Oil on Panel, SOLD from Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR 
Tales from The Kingdom
Desperation brought them here; certainly nothing else would. The weathered door had opened slightly, remaining invitingly ajar, and so they entered. It had been a long journey, and clothes clung to sweaty backs as they stepped into the dank room. Hearts pounded surveying the irregular walls and strange instruments hanging there. Then, with no one seeing, the Doctor delivered herself to a corner, showing irrepressible delight in being gradually discovered by her guests. Hearts hammered, but no one said a word, transfixed as they were by her magnetic eyes, and unnerving, knowing grin. 












A most Perfect Potion
 16"x20" Oil on PanelAvailable at Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR 
Tales from The Kingdom
Sweet was the drink, hanging thick upon the tongue like dark delicious syrup. No turning back now. Calming and quick, the fluid did seep into the pores of those who partook - creeping and seeking - holding them in a cool, placid, trance-like state. Lost became the tick of time. An unexpected wave washed through their bodies, seemingly at an angle. Then washed a wave of confusion, followed by a bite of panic. Their breaths eased in and out - the only movement - droning in their ears. Then vast experience was delivered as prescient visions played beyond the scope of physical eyes, providing wonder, rapture, and horror.  

Awards:
International Guild of Realism's 10th Annual Juried Exhibition, Principle Gallery, Alexandria, VA, 2015
Texarkana Regional Arts & Humanities Council's 28th Annual Juried Exhibition, Texarkana, TX, 2016





For the Love of a Milkmaid 20"x16" Oil on Panel, SOLD from Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR 
Tales from The Kingdom
Timely indeed was Sir Knight, for he seemed precisely on cue, and was very well equipped to dispatch a mere juvenile delinquent. Bothersome Brat. Why must there ever be a pestilence upon the land, lurking, sniffing the air, harassing simple folk? But alas, all would be well here; a knowing smile cracked that was further expressed only in the eyes. Sir Knight fought with style and passion, shocking in his unchecked zeal, and only then dismissed himself with the utmost propriety... and was gone. Thank all goodness for Sir Knight, thank goodness, but how had he gotten here so quickly?












Now we Wait... 16"x20" Oil on Panel, SOLD from Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR  
Tales from The Kingdom  
The aroma was as unnatural as intoxicating, acrid and a bit stinging to the senses, yet different from before; it infused the silence with a lingering sense of anticipation. Would it work this time? The Wizard had seemed to think so - said so - before he left the laboratory. "Do not touch," he murmured from the corridor, and none did. But eyes were fixed and eager. The tiniest of bubbles settled to the surface then vanished. Waitng... Waiting... Was that a tiny movement somewhere within the dark fluid? a detectable sensation in the atmosphere? 
Suddenly a pleasance settled in their hearts - something new was certainly coming.








Keeper of the Pacifier 12"x9" Oil on Panel, private collection
Tales from The Kingdom
Oh so many had sought the tender prize, and oh so many had fallen. The Keeper – darkly amused - watched, even allowing covetous fingers upon the object of desire; yet none it seemed could hold it. None tasted its ripened comfort. Oh how they cried in frustration of wanting. The volcanic sputtering and tears. Only then would the Keeper deliver a sentence of judgment. Banished! Oh how they wailed! And so it was… And so it went…

Then arrived word from afar: news spreading across The Kingdom like a ripple through warm milk. One was coming - born pure of intent - delivered for the sole purpose of collecting the prize. "Hear ye! Hear ye!" they proclaimed, "the true Possessor is coming..." 











Keeper of Time
 16"x20" Oil on Panel, SOLD from Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR
Tales from The Kingdom
No one knows the particular transmissions that travel between the head and heart of a dragon, and certainly not one such as this. Solitary in the world, charged for all eternity with a singular task, a Keeper knows nothing else. And yet, even so, within the breath of eternal agony someone or something had enacted unthinkable mischief; the delicate tickle of time was stopped. Rage shook the heavy walls, filling the night air with dread. Distant casual conversations ceased, given over to alarm. For how had this come to pass? What forces had breached the hall for this causation?
...and just how long had it been? 

Awards:
Featured in The Artist's Magazine's article "The Kingdom of The Origami Dragon Guy" November 2014 issue.





The King is Dead
 20"x16" Oil on Panel, SOLD from Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR 
Tales from The Kingdom
An accident? Perhaps. Regardless, it had happened so swiftly that no one really knew for sure. Guards that had gone lax amid reverie and celebration now stood straight and pale. Eyes that had wandered elsewhere now focused fully upon the helpless King at the foot of the Monument of Old. Fingers were pointing. The entire Kingdom let out a gasp, followed by a drawn collective moan; even the Court's enemies were so shaken as to temporarily lose their ire-laden focus. There would be time for retribution, but that time was not now. Now was a time for reflection. For where do we go from here? 
Where do we go from here?

Awards:
International Guild of Realism's 8th Annual Juried Exhibition, Tempe Center for the Arts, Tempe, AZ, 2013









The Kingdom: Invaded 16"x20" Oil on Panel, SOLD from Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR  
Tales from The Kingdom  
Dawn broke that day as a backdrop to chaos and confusion. An unfamiliar fear sank deep within the bowels of scarred, hardened bodies. Once incessant squabbling had ceased altogether, congealing however briefly into an apprehensive wall of scowling solidarity. Bitter enemies now stood shoulder to shoulder without a checking sidelong glance: eyes forward, teeth bared, mouths agape to incinerate the unknown thing. For what stuff was this? What had born such horrific screams and rolling roars? No one knew. What alien engine loosed this low unnatural hum? All fell silent as each witness gauged the value of a moment never experienced before - then the real chaos began.

Awards:
MANIFEST: 7th International Painting Annual 2017






Swoon
 20"x16" Oil on PanelSOLDprivate collection  
Tales from The Kingdom 
Immersion complete, and a delicious eruption. An unforeseen freefall into what was heretofore unknown now defined him - the crest of sheer bliss, possibility, and hope. Awakened and lost he was, and so given over to a simultaneous rising and falling: vulnerable, exposed, small as a molecule – and yet encompassing the very universe with bursting radiant existence. Oh, what the villagers will say of the light within his face. Heartbeat after hammering heartbeat. Overwhelmed, over-washed, at the mercy of another, he was beyond all control… and yet loved it so.

And so he swam in it...












The Trolls' Treasure
 16"x20" Oil on Panel, SOLD from Artifacts Gallery, Eureka Springs, AR
Tales from The Kingdom
Glimpsed only in a fog-filled dream, a veritable fortune of ill-gotten wealth lay about glistening, only to be fondled, caressed, and coveted by joyless dark hearts. For what need have Trolls of currency? What do they know of value? Trolls need little more than a dank place and an occasional goat to nibble on. Yet they ever continue by means of their internal unknown ticking: keenly - if only at such matters of illogical collecting - sleeping in shifts, and welcoming questionable company.

Awards:
Featured in The Artist's Magazine's article "The Kingdom of The Origami Dragon Guy" November 2014 issue.
Finalist - The Artist's Magazine 31st Annual Art Competition, 2014






Keys to the Kingdom
 
16"x20" Oil on Panelcollection of R.W. Norton Museum, Shreveport, LA  
Tales from The Kingdom
And so it came to this. Everyone knew that it would, and therefore gathered wide-eyed to witness the inevitable collision at hand. There was oh so much at stake. Rumors had been loosed, yes, seeding bad intentions, reverberating down dusty corridors, curling around ancient columns. Chests had been puffed and pounded – encouraged in soft, whispered tones, fertilized by those of questionable intent. Alas, there can be only one. No wonder shadows filled with eager eyes, hearts pounding behind a lingering moment of hesitant anticipation. Anything could happen, and no one was going to miss it…
  
Awards:
Oil Painters of America's 22nd Annual National Exhibition, InSight Gallery, Fredericksburg, TX, 2013 
Finalist - The Artist's Magazine 30th Annual Art Competition, 2013
Featured in The Artist's Magazine's article "The Kingdom of The Origami Dragon Guy" November 2014 issue.
International Guild of Realism's Masterworks Museum Tour, 2015/2016
Permanent collection: R.W. Norton Museum, Shreveport, LA


Off with Their Heads!
 
20"x16" Oil on PanelAvailable at Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR
Tales from The Kingdom 
No one uttered a sound; as for the Jester, he choked on his own colliding thoughts, mouth agape, wishing only to dissolve into the shadows. The Queen stood motionless, unreadable, cold as a midnight tombstone, seemingly rapt in the crimson glow that she herself had caused. Increasingly unpredictable, who could really say why she had acted so? Made such a cruel, capricious decision? It was as if she simply wanted to see it, to hear the muted gasps, and feel the helpless reactions at her back. None approached Her Majesty with anything but the practiced masks of blank expressions, or a nervous, hopeful smile, for there had been no such carnage for a dragon’s age, and capable utensils were sharp, and, well… handy. 
 
Awards:
Oil Painters of America's 2013 Salon Show, Crooked Tree Arts Center, Petoskey, MI, 2013
Finalist - Southwest Art Magazine Artistic Excellence Competition 2013







Unattainable
 16"x20" Oil on Panel, SOLD, private collection
Tales from The Kingdom
The Village was well beyond whispers, but the suitors did not care; they simply could not. Again and again they crooned, plied, and – when all else failed – merely gazed with burning intensity at their teasing desire; such was the unquenchable magnetism of the dark princess. So fine was her skin. Oh so close. Oh so out of reach. Would she smile today? She encompassed their entire consciousness. They would take their chances, for somewhere must be the key to her fickle, delicious heart, if only they could find it.

Awards:
Finalist - The Artist's Magazine 30th Annual Art Competition 2013
AMERICAN STILL LIFES: National Museum Exhibition, R.W. Norton Museum, 2014
Featured in The Artist's Magazine's article "The Kingdom of The Origami Dragon Guy" November 2014 issue.




The Wizard's Wand
 
16"x20" Oil on Panel, SOLD from Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR 
Tales from The Kingdom
Wretched things. Silently they sit, woeful thoughts coursing through otherwise useless brains: poor wretched things pounded into such unnatural misery. For what could deserve such a fate? The tool lay idle before them, so simple in appearance, so ordinary, making it all the more disconcerting. What comprises this Wizard? What whims? What intimations course through such a cruel consciousness? What madness? Few have kept his company, and none are privy to his insight. Someone, perhaps, should stand up to him - demand answers - Justice! -yes... someone. 
But these, these will never tell.

Awards:
Honorable Mention - 56th Annual Delta Exhibition, Arkansas Arts Center, Little Rock, AR, 2014





New 
Sheriff in Town 
16"x20" Oil on PanelAvailable from the Artist 
Tales from The Kingdom

The Town was beyond tired: tired of the lawlessness, tired of the rampant wickedness, the pervasive mindless bloodshed. Many good men had fallen to drunken laughter and languid smoke, including the experienced Marshal. Fear was thick. Pleas had long been sent. In fact, many times they had summoned to the east for assistance without result; it seemed that they were on their own. Finally one stood up from within their ranks: young, untested, and alone. “Things are going to change,” he announced to astonished onlookers. “So get your mind right. It’s all up to us now.”

Awards:
IAC Award of Excellence - 28th Texas & Neighbors Regional Art Exhibit, Irving Art Association, Irving, TX, 2013
Award of Excellence - Art of the Heartland Annual National Juried Painting Competition, SouthWest Artists, Mena, AR, 2015
Honorable Mention - The Gun Show Exhibition, Drawl Southern Contemporary Art/Oxford American Magazine, Little Rock, AR, 2016




Keeper of the Key
 20"x16" Oil on Panel, SOLD from Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR
Tales from The Kingdom
Woe to those unaware. Woe to those with greedy hearts and sticky, seeking fingers. Woe. Fair heed to those with the softest of footfalls and sharpest eager blade; enter not this dark hall. Do not fill your heart with such cravings. The Keeper smells your grand desires even as they form. Woe to thee. Sleep takes no root here; eyes are lidless and keen. The Keeper has all he needs – all he ever will
And still they keep coming…

Awards:
Finalist - Still Life Category, Art Renewal Center International Salon 2012-2013 
Oil Painters of America's Eastern Regional Exhibition, McBride Gallery of Annapolis, Maryland, 2013
Featured in See Me's Creatives Rising digital exhibition, New York, NY 2013
Featured in The Artist's Magazine's article "The Kingdom of The Origami Dragon Guy" November 2014 issue.
Finalist - The Artist's Magazine 31st Annual Art Competition 2014






Trouble in The Kingdom
  20"x16" Oil on Panel, SOLD from Artifacts Gallery, Eureka Springs, AR
Tales from The Kingdom
A posse rode out today - a knight among them - fading into the sunset with banners streaming, trumpets sounding, brows determined, and lips set. Many had placed a warm hand on the shoulder of the sobbing Mother, caressing her hopeful upturned face as they vowed the unspoiled return of her only Daughter. "Could'a been anyone," someone was heard to say. What madness was this? And to what sick purpose? This dear broken Mother had no money to extort, and given so I fear that this unspeakable action is something far far darker.












Torches, Tower, & Dragon
 
20"x16" Oil on Panel, SOLD from Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR 
Tales from The Kingdom
The Castle remained silent, fastened like a vault, its tasty contents breathless, wanting nothing more than the awkward moment to pass from this land. Prodding, creeping pestilence. From within - though only through the slightest cracks of trembling fingers - villagers looked down upon the massive beast, just as it's footfalls were felt in their bones. In a tempered whisper, someone offered, "it does not seem so vicious to me." Glances were exchanged. Many reconsidered, but made no move to act, for the beast was new to this land… and the evening was still young.














Pre-Kingdom Still Lifes





The ol' Slip n' Slide 20"x16" Oil on PanelAvailable from the Artist 

Awards:
2nd Place - Diamond National Art Competition: 10th Annual, Hot Springs Fine Art Center, Hot Springs, AR, 2013-14
Artist of Northwest Arkansas’ 22nd ANNUAL REGIONAL ART EXHIBITIONThe Art Emporium, Fayetteville, AR, 2016














My Walkin' Shoes Don't Fit Me Anymore 20"x16" Oil on PanelSOLD 

Awards:
Featured in The Artist's Magazine's article "The Kingdom of The Origami Dragon Guy" November 2014 issue.
Artist of Northwest Arkansas’ 22nd ANNUAL REGIONAL ART EXHIBITIONThe Art Emporium, Fayetteville, AR, 2016
Permanent Collection: Colleges of Health Education: College of Osteopathic Medicine, Fort Smith, AR, 2017











Explosives 16"x16" Oil on Panel, private collection

Awards:
3rd Place - the Beaufort County Arts Council's 45th Juried Fine Art Show, 2009
Merit Award - Louisiana Art & Artists' Guild 42nd River Road Show, 2011
Finalist - The Artist's Magazine 29th Annual Art Competition 2012
AMERICAN STILL LIFES: National Museum Exhibition, R.W. Norton Museum, 2014 








  
 
 
Black & White in Vanilla 16"x20" Oil on PanelSOLD from Gallery Central, Hot Springs, AR  
 
Awards:
Exhibition in the Arkansas Governor's Mansion, 2014
Featured on The Artist's Network Newsletter, 2013









T-Rex & Smoking Loon 16"x20" Oil on Panel, private collection

Awards:
Artist of Northwest Arkansas’ 20th ANNUAL REGIONAL ART EXHIBITION, Art Center of the Ozarks, Springdale, AR, 2014








Cutting Tools 12"x24" Oil on Panelprivate collection






 
 
 

  
Emancipation 16"x20" Oil on PanelSOLDprivate collection 
 


   


 

 
 
 
 
 
The Chopping Block  20"x16" Oil on Panel, private collection

Awards:
First Place, & Best of Show - the Beaufort County Arts Council's 44th Juried Fine Art Show, 2008
Southern Appalachian Artist Guild National Juried Show, 2011
Finalist - The Artist's Magazine 27th Annual Art Competition (including Competition Spotlight, July/August issue 2011)  
Finalist - Diamond National Art Competition: 10th Annual, Hot Springs Fine Art Center, Hot Springs, AR, 2013-14
AMERICAN STILL LIFES: National Museum Exhibition, R.W. Norton Museum, 2014







The Wash Tub  16"x20" Oil on Panel, private collection 

Awards:
Best of Show - the Beaufort County Arts Council's 43rd Juried Fine Art Show, 2007
Southern Appalachian Artist Guild National Juried Show, 2011
Finalist - The Artist's Magazine 28th Annual Art Competition, 2011
AMERICAN STILL LIFES: National Museum Exhibition, R.W. Norton Museum, 2014














Red, White, & Bluebill  16"x16" Oil on Panel, private collection










   
   
  
 
Baseball & Horseshoes 16"x20" Oil on PanelSOLD  
 
Awards:
Finalist - Diamond National Art Competition: 10th Annual, Hot Springs Fine Art Center, Hot Springs, AR, 2013-14
Permanent Collection: Colleges of Health Education: College of Osteopathic Medicine, Fort Smith, AR, 2017


 



 
 
     
  
 
 
Cobalt & Bricks  20"x16" Oil on PanelSOLDprivate collection 

Awards:
AMERICAN STILL LIFES: National Museum Exhibition, R.W. Norton Museum, 2014 
 

 







Early Work





Hale Hall Studio Still Life  18"x24" Oil on Canvasprivate collection 

An early still life produced during my final year as an undergraduate student at Louisiana Tech University, Ruston , LA.
Dated 1988, when I was 23 years old.









Blue Still Life  18"x24" Oil on Panelprivate collection

An early still life produced during my first year as an undergraduate student at Louisiana Tech University, Ruston , LA.
Dated 1984, when I was 19 years old.









Teapot & Cup  12"x16" Oil on Canvasprivate collection 

My first Oil Painting - which just happened to be a Still Life - set up and executed in the private teaching studio of Anne Goss Nelson of Bastrop, LA.
This was painted in 1978 or possibly 79, when I would have been 13 or 14 years old.











Bottle & Apples  18"x12" Pastel on Paperprivate collection 

My first Pastel Painting - which just happened to be a Still Life - set up and executed in the private teaching studio of Anne Goss Nelson of Bastrop, LA.
This was painted in 1978 or possibly 79, when I would have been 13 or 14 years old. Note the darker paper color at the edges, which shows the degree of fading over the years.











 
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