Thursday, November 18, 2010

Photo Restoration

This image is one of my favorite examples of photo restoration. With hands as steady as a surgeon, I have the ability to meticulously rebuild the past that has been worn away by generations of exposure to light, dust, tears, tape, and hands.

I love photo editing as much as the process of photography. If you have digital images that need edited or restored, please contact me.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

New Painting


As I go off in search of new endeavors, I made the difficult choice to stop painting for now. Even so, I wanted to complete one last one before leaving Denver this week. I used all of my remaining supplies, and the result is both vibrant and rustic. I played a lot with water, leaving large areas of texture. I then color washed and applied an old serial number plate I found on abandoned railroad tracks, which wraps around the edge of the canvas.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

New Painting

"Nailed To The Wall"

A lot of my works develop out of random ideas and experiments. This one incorporates a strip of nails over an acrylic painting covered with several coats of gloss varnish.

Monday, September 20, 2010

All Aboard

With two projects completed this week, I was in the mood for a little adventure. Determined to find something that inspired me, I picked up my Canon and walked out the door. I let intuition be my guide, which led me down an unfamiliar street and into new territory. The simple change-up in my walking routine immediately awakened my senses, and it wasn't long before I found myself at the old railroad depot.

I climbed inside a boxcar that was as abandoned as the railroad line that was once the heart of this old town. Its history was now lost in a pile of debris and broken windows, but I knew there was a story waiting to be told. As I looked a beyond the mess, I began to see textures everywhere. I slowly made my way from one end to the other, snapping photo after photo of those beautiful and compelling details. I had found my inspiration and, for the next hour, I explored a little corner the world that seemed eager to show what existed as I took the time to notice.

Discovery perks us up... it's fuel for the body and mind. I've learned that there is always something new to see, even when we think we've seen every inch of where we are. We just need to remove our blinders and, when we do, we are taught that some of our most memorable adventures can be found without requiring us to purchase a ticket.




Tuesday, September 7, 2010

New Painting

"Midnight Sun"
12 x 16

Deliciously moody, the nearly black tones shift to deep eggplant in natural light. 

Friday, July 30, 2010

New Painting


Questioning some of my life choices, I wondered if I was really meant to be an artist. Was this truly my destiny? Would life be easier, if I were living more within the lines of the norm?

Becoming lost in the painting was the cathartic escape I needed, but I soon ran low on paint. I decided to be grateful for the process but gave up and set my brush on the canvas in defeat. Hmm... My eyes widened, and I suddenly had a new perspective on giving up. The creative wheels starting turning, I snipped off the ends of my paint tubes, and the results were beautiful. My soul is all over this painting, and I am intrigued by the fact that the color palette matches the skies that soothed my spirit throughout the week.

The brush was a favorite, which I have been using for the last four years. Adhering it to the canvas created a painting as unique as my life. I finished the painting by further adorning the canvas with 78 Swarovski Elements crystals.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Reflecting On The Past

The only large possession that I didn't sell or donate in May, was a steamer trunk that has been in my family for more than 100 years. It has been in my care, and the home of my beloved Cookie Monster, for the past two decades. As I continue to rearrange and sort through my life, I decided to give it a temporary home with family.  Returning to Denver for a week made this the perfect time to say goodbye.

After two days of appointments, seeing new friends, and reconnecting with old friends, I pulled up to my storage facility. I removed the lock and raised the door, surprised that my reaction was more emotional than I had anticipated. I walked into my unit and sat down on my grandmother's wooden stool. I scanned the small space, making a mental note of what few things remained. There was very little evidence that my previous life ever existed, and yet its history was in my head, my heart, and swirled and scraped on the canvases leaning up against the wall...

The past. We can't run away from it. It creates a timeline of who we are and where we've been. Even when that history hurts, we must recognize its importance when we begin new phases of our lives; we are a reflection of all that has transpired along our journey.

After spending the last year triumphing over the difficulties I have faced, I realize such transformation could not have taken place without accepting and learning to be grateful for the pieces of my history that have brought shame, disappointment, and sadness. They are part of me... extensions of my experiences and reminders that, how I react and respond to events, contribute to my future; I must choose to let what is, what is not, what was, or might have been shape me for the better rather than shut me down.

The sooner we can accept where we are from, the sooner we can become who we want to be. Accepting the truth of the past, our lives open up in an entirely new way. With that, I realize there is no need for secrets. We can remember things the way we choose to remember them, and I choose to accept everything about my life and move forward as gracefully as possible.

Friday, May 28, 2010

A Walk In The Park

Cheesman Park. How do I love thee... let me count the ways. It's another windy afternoon, but I have made time to sit in my favorite spot one last time before leaving Denver.

As I enter from 10th street the energy is immediate. There are people are walking, running, sitting, and lying in the grass. Donning a t-shirt that reads "there was nothing before Elvis," a mentally unstable young man is both singing and screaming at the cars passing by his park bench. Just a few steps away, an artist soaks up the sun while documenting his afternoon on a propped up 3' x 3' canvas. I continue past them until I reach the steps of the historic pavilion, where I stop to cool my legs on my makeshift marble chair. As songs steadily stream through my iPod, I can't help but imagine the operas and square dances that took place here decades before.

Perched above the diversity, I sit looking down on the slab of land that has always brought a sense of peace and acceptance; you are free to be who you are in the ethereal beauty of this playground. I'm grateful it was a part of my neighborhood, offering a place to reflect, ponder, walk, write, run and dream. It is here where I have always felt content to be a misfit... exchanging smiles with strangers and never feeling judged.

Like me, this park has an unsettled history. I've also heard plenty of stories about what goes on here when the moon replaces the sun, but this landmark will always be one of the places on my journey where I feel a rare sense of home. Whether you believe it is haunted or enchanted ground, there is no denying the power of this beautiful landscape gracefully tucked amid the urban surrounds. Thank you Cheesman Park for all you have done for my artistry and spirituality... see you the next time I roll through Denver.

Monday, May 24, 2010

New Paintings