Growing up in Montana, you learn to notice things differently.
Light doesn’t just fall – it moves. Silence isn’t empty – it’s full of presence.
I think that’s where this began for me. Not with painting – but with paying attention.
That the way of seeing never really leaves you. It just finds new ways to show up.
Can’t you feel the warmth of the afternoon sun on his perfectly weathered face?
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Growing up in Montana, you learn to notice things differently.
Light doesn’t just fall – it moves. Silence isn’t empty – it’s full of presence.
I think that’s where this began for me. Not with painting – but with paying attention.
That the way of seeing never really leaves you. It just finds new ways to show up.
Can’t you feel the warmth of the afternoon sun on his perfectly weathered face?