In Oklahoma life moves along at a pace like that of the branches of the Sycamore, swaying in that breeze that rolls off the north slope of my roof.
My work is slow, and Tulsa doesn’t rush me.
As a visual artist, I am fortunate to reside in an environment that complements my work and my work ethic.
The grand sky that blankets our state is a wonderful source of inspiration, and in my fresco work I feel an intimate relationship between trowel, plaster, pigment, aether and earth.