I'm afraid to count the years since the last time I picked up my paint brushes.
I was a student at the Art Institute of Seattle, learning from the late legendary William "Bill" Cumming, youngest member of the Northwest School. He taught me so much - not only techniques, but attitude - to be free with what I feel and let the colors and brush strokes take over.
But just like many in the same class, I hit the ground running as soon as I graduated, and design has been my life ever since.
For a while there, I thought I could no longer create without the circumstances provided by clients. Then came an opportunity to submit artwork for Greenwood-Phinney Art Walk. And then, my first ever show on this last Friday the 13th - in my own neighborhood here in Seattle.
It was liberating.
1 is the loneliest number of all.
2 is for those captured by love.
3 makes a crowd of super-pigs.
4 is for all the awesome printers in Seattle.
5 is not always glamorous.
6 feet under is where the party is.
7 belongs to the lovable double agents.
8 is octopulous spectacula.
9 is more than a foxy trickster.
2 is for those captured by love.
3 makes a crowd of super-pigs.
4 is for all the awesome printers in Seattle.
5 is not always glamorous.
6 feet under is where the party is.
7 belongs to the lovable double agents.
8 is octopulous spectacula.
9 is more than a foxy trickster.
Pretend Summer.
Lost Words.
Raining Koi.
