I have been a factory worker, a frame maker, an exhibit designer, an architect's apprentice, an arts administrator, and a Peace Corps volunteer.
These days I live near by to the Mississippi River, tend a garden, and work to repair a 150 year old brick house in a small Wisconsin river town. I go for bicycle rides, snowshoeing, and hiking in a nearby wildlife refuge full of snapping turtles, frogs, cranes, eagles, ospreys, and seasonally pelicans, swans, and all those waterfowl whose names you can't remember. There at the end of a dirt path is a hill we call a mountain that sits at the delta of a smaller river that flows into the big one. There are fossilized records that show humans have been coming to this mountain for 13,000 years to hunt, camp, worship, bury their dead, and wonder at life.
My artwork can be generally put into three streams, a sampling of which might be gleamed from this sketchbook. Landscapes or 100 views of Trempealeau Mountain, Jangly Nerves, or all my friends are getter older and we have these inner lives that have so many layers, and Inter-dimensional Portals, made visible, or those funny amoebic shapes that seem to be anywhere. I also seem to be investigating the creation of creatures that don't seem to be from around here, but that's another story.
I post on Instagram but not as often about my art as would be helpful.