Dead Palm. Davis Mountains
oil on canvas. painted on Good Friday 2015.
"The chill ascends from feet to knees,
The fever sings in mental wires.
If to be warmed, then I must freeze
And quake in frigid purgatorial fires
Of which the flame is roses, and the smoke is briars.
The dripping blood our only drink,
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood—
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good."
- T S Eliot, Four Quartets, East Coker
Broken Spoke. Austin, Texas
oil on canvas.
Turkish Pavilion in Tower Park
11"X13". oil on panel. St Louis, MO
oil on panel. 11"x13"
Tunnel in the Hill
8"X11". oil on panel.