My work falls into a category of Animalistic Abstraction in which I attempt to lend a new integrity to expression. 

Of French Canadian and Irish descent, I grew up living in various metropolitan and rural areas across the U.S. before taking formal training in California.  My works have been seen in major museums across the country and are represented in many private collections.

I will never reoccur in nature and nature will never reoccur in me.  Only the fossilized impressions of my work will measure the depth and breadth of my existence.

I work simultaneously in painting, drawing, sculpture, printmaking and ceramics, reminiscent of the work habits of the modern masters. My ideas do not always translate monolithically in any particular vein.

I am bound to explore whatever material, technique or condition which best serve to subjectify the object.

My work often uses cutting, sardonic humor mixed with a vulnerable pathos.  I keep my work seemingly devoid of pedestal, a kind of ironic universal individuality bent on change.

I am the father of five boys and one girl.  I live with my wife Mary on a six-generation farm in the Loess Hills of southwest Iowa where we enjoy a holistic lifestyle. I have rejected the urban slab with its unrelenting serials of stop lights and fast food chains.  I once observed a beaver trapped on a cloverleaf outs ide of St. Paul.  I felt very much like him going against the grain on a freeway. 

As elemental animals we are aware of our negative impact with the environment.  I feel this condition has given me license to DE sanctify man the sacred animal.

In my art, you may see the abstract treatment of the figure playing on the raw chords of the human condition. I am a humanist at heart and often find myself contrasting human relationship with form. 

I distort readily for the sheer joy of abstracting.

I work to engage the viewer intellectually and emotionally with multi-dimensional vitality.  The conscious and subconscious need to be simultaneously in motion.  Enter dreams without exit, prepare for a kaleidoscopic juxtaposition of form to tenuous reality.

I want each piece to have it is own identity and occupy its own space.  I am grateful to have a cave to paint, but find it somewhat unjust to empty an ocean with a thimble or spin a web in the obtuse.