
One of my first attempts a bead weaving. This is what you get for watching too much YouTube.

One of my first attempts a bead weaving. This is what you get for watching too much YouTube.

One of the things that I miss about moving back to Utah is the cardinals and the fireflies. Little bursts of brightness.

Just a little puff of blue feathers.

I saw this picture on a screen saver on a PC. I liked the color and the contrast between the shaded, yet colorful arch and the sun-bleached desert beyond. This was the first painting where I started to learn the texture and richness of light glaze layer over layer.
It was almost 10 years after I painted this that I learned that it is Mesa Arch in Canyonlands National Park.

This is my favorite painting so far. Oil still works the best for me. I like the way the colors came out. I like they way the seem to like and take care of each other.

The technique improves. Watercolor is subtractive, which makes it hard to handle light objects. Once you take away the light, the paper is covered and the light is gone for good.

Still trying to master watercolor. A little better, but still a somewhat blobby.

Kingfishers are pretty little birds. This is one of my early attempts at watercolor. It is a hard medium to control. I think I still like oil better.
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I first encountered egrets in the swamps of Louisiana. I was amazed at how they can live in all that slimy goo and remain so pure white. An egret is an elegant bird even in the way it flys.

This was painted for my cousin who loves owls. The barn owl face is just so impassive and expressionless.