This year my father and I were fortunate to get some time away and go painting once again in Converse, Indiana
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With the end of November comes several days of perpetual gloom here on the farm. As the cold begins to creep into our bones, I’ve begun my yearly pilgrimage of bringing dried firewood from the barn to the house. It’s a another peaceful ritual I hated as a kid, but enjoy as an adult.
Read MoreThere’s nothing quite like waking up early on the weekend and going into the woodshed to work with old pine and hand tools.
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The drawing, above, came to me the evening of the first presidential debate of the year. The more I think about it, the more I believe my imagination was begging me to back a bag and run to the nearest pond with pole and stool in hand for some peace.
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Today I’m sharing some of my thoughts and process behind these recent watercolors.
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