A day of billowing storm clouds, twisted junipers, wind and the ceaseless movement of the dunes…
I see continuity and equivalency between my own life experience and the cycle of life and death playing out around me. I spent my childhood in the desert camping and hiking with my late father, where he had spent his childhood hiking and camping with his father. My father died in the desert and was buried there. It is a part of me, and I hope, respectfully, that I am a part of it as well.
A Desert Cross in progress…
Gold leaf, charcoal, and ink on wood. 96×48″
