the cosmos and are a vehicle of personal transformation and awe. They
are witness to our madness and are victims of our ignorance. They offer us salvation and a way of seeing beyond this illusion. I venerate wildlife on road signs as way of venerate and honor while raising a question, a warning, prayer and plea to STOP and
witness the sacred world disappearing before our very eyes.
Drawn to the desert, you start to see things that you didn’t see before. That’s the kind of madness that takes over and goes against reason or maybe even gives you a better reason, a kind of clarity to see in the sky down on the ground a certain silent connection between everything and what it has to tell you.
That perspective to the long view to the distant wilderness of possibility and feeling on the fragile edge.
I find my inspiration in random places
mostly thrift stores, flea markets, curbside,
used book stores
or my own recycle bin.
waste not want not
words and icons
advertising or religious
seeking to raise questions
about which is which and what is what
to surprise myself
and to make pretty things
out of junk
Growing up in the 1960s San Fernando Valley when orange trees outnumbered houses, I watched as meadows disappeared to housing tracts and shopping malls. The L.A. City school system left me lost in the masses of the baby boom era. I found refuge in creating art and inspiration in family outings to the desert, mountains and beaches and the San Fernando Mission where I fell in love with the religious iconography and the mixture of colors and patterns painted on the pews and walls.
When my career as an advertising and editorial illustrator collided with the 1990s dawn of the computer age, I began using a language of symbols to find and express my own story, obsessions, passions and questions. Moving from Los Angeles to Ventura during the el nino years of torrential rains and flooding confirmed and ignited my junk collecting passion and I began making art with the detritus that I found washed up on the beach.
I now live in the Mojave desert near Joshua Tree where I continue to dig deep into my story, psyche, thrift shops, garage sales and rusty desert junk piles for inspiration. The desert lends it’s magic. Road signs and birds guide my way.