We Climbed in the Dark to See Dawn’s Colors

A pre-dawn climb up Mount Whitney with my daughter Hannah became an unexpected lesson in color and in why sharing an art journey isn’t a task separate from life. It’s simply life, framed. ______________________________________     We Climbed in the Dark to See Dawn’s Colors One a.m. The alarm went off. Headlamps on. My daughter…

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What’s My Style? You’re Asking the Wrong Question

Smiling man in a black shirt stands beside a large colorful abstract painting in an art studio.

Most artists ask “what’s my style?” and never find a satisfying answer. That’s because it’s the wrong question. The real question is how you want to feel when you make your art, or when you look at it. Once you know that answer, consistency stops being about how your work looks and starts being about…

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The Difference Between Personal Art and Universal Art

Smiling man with gray hair in a peach-colored shirt sitting on a beige couch against a green wall.

Most of us assume art gets better through technique alone, sharper drawing, mastering the medium, refining the craft. But a conversation with artist Judy Tuwaletstiwa revealed something deeper. The work that actually lands comes from going personal enough to hit something universal, something every viewer recognizes in themselves even if they can’t say why. ______________________________________…

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Between My Studio and Me is an Ocean

Portrait of a mature man with salt‑and‑pepper hair in a black striped shirt, sitting beside a stone wall with green tropical plants, wearing a wireless earbud in one ear.

Travel doesn’t have to interrupt an art practice. A new place floods you with color, texture, and light you’ve never encountered at home, and that’s exactly when the work should keep moving, not pause. The real challenge isn’t whether to keep creating on the road. It’s knowing what you actually need with you to make…

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The color in your art is already sacred. Bali just reminded me.

Selfie of an older man with gray hair and teal glasses outdoors, with a large white caption reading: 'The color in your art is already sacred. Bali just reminded me.'

In Bali, color isn’t decoration. It’s a spiritual language, present in every morning offering and every temple step. Watching it up close reminded me that the colors we reach for intuitively in our own art, without ever asking why, are already carrying meaning. Trusting that instinct is often more powerful than overthinking it. ______________________________________  …

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