(Part 2 of “Tearing the Veil“) It’s difficult to paint this. I’m relearning. Retracing the lines of the face. Charting highlights and...

***TRIGGER WARNING*** sensitive content Matthew Charles Parker was tall and narrow, sun streaked blond with golden eyes, beautiful and...

Last night we scrapped sleep in favor of some amazing time in the studio - a decision I suspected I might come to regret by the look of...

I’m working on a series of paintings that’s been rattling around my head for a while. It’s an attempt to describe a certain sensation I...

Today I called my bestie to talk through some things. I explained my position carefully, a lot of context and padding and carefully...

Pulling wet suits from the rack for this evening’s tours, I pause to survey the pile on table and flash to the scene ahead. This group...

by Lisel Mueller Doctor, you say there are no halos around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused by old age,...

mostly we live in our senses breath on breath, skin, the body moving through space. the rain is falling into a canopy of overhead...

Yesterday the ocean was beautiful and clear — the waning sunlight a pathway of soft, moving ripples and folds. Clouds cloaked the sky,...

Sunrise over Mauna Loa, the harbor comes alive. The sea wall is lined with early risers, poles in hand, lines cast, warm orange/yellow...

The color of light changes as the day warms. The ground is damp from last nights heavy rain. Wind ruffles the leaves and all of the...

$40 in tips, swimming through barf, dancing Mantas, a stalled skiff with 3 dudes and no snacks. That was the last few hours. Every day...

It’s coffee picking season, the first blush ripe and ready. Mangopaclypse  is coming to a close, the trees too tall to easily harvest...

It takes a while to get my head back on after some time away, to cajole myself back into the rhythms of daily life. Here but not here....

Art is raw vulnerability and creative expression exposes us. Living in that vulnerability is a restless and ceaseless thing. Expressing...

18 years ago today I had my first son. At 5'2", 98# pierced and tattooed, listening to Dead Kennedys, Jeff Buckley, Radiohead, Operation...

We are woven from all the particles of the universe.  Countless stars and galaxies have cycled through time, entire life spans of new...

The sky has been so clear that I almost lost control of my car coming home the other night. I looked out the window and saw so many stars...