Solitude, though it may be silent as light, is like light, the mightiest of agencies; for solitude is essential to man. All men come into this world alone and leave it alone.” Thomas de Quincey (1785-1859) British author and intellectual.

A melancholy solitude and light are the depths I am continually mining in my work. The need to be alone in nature seems to be a primal instinct from early childhood, when my Mother would anxiously watch for me as my dog and I would slowly make the way home from grade school, exploring everything along the way.

My newest series “the forsaken and the pond” is an exploration of abandoned, historic ranches of the high desert. These lonely ranches were originally built when the west was first settled. Being good friends with the founding Clyde family, the Earp clan (including Wyatt) built a few of the original structures one of which is still standing.

Since I last worked on this project, these old ranches have fallen on hard times, suffering a devastating fire, vandalism, and the last remaining owner occupant was gored to death by his own pet buffalo. I still find them transcendentally beautiful and a metaphor for solitude. I hope to capture the essence of these historic places before they are gone forever and no one realizes what has been lost.

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Solitude, though it may be silent as light, is like light, the mightiest of agencies; for solitude is essential to man. All men come into this world alone and leave it alone. Thomas de Quincey (1785-1859) British author and intellectual.

A melancholic solitude and light are the depths I am continually mining in my work. The need to be alone in nature seems to be a primal instinct from early childhood, when my Mother would anxiously watch for me as my dog and I would slowly make the way home from grade school, exploring everything along the way.

My newest series the forsaken is an exploration of abandoned, historic ranches of the high desert. These lonely ranches were originally built when the west was first settled. Being good friends with the founding Clyde family, the Earp clan (including Wyatt) built a few of the original structures one of which is still standing.

Since I last worked on this project, these old ranches have fallen on hard times, suffering a devastating fire, vandalism, and the last remaining owner occupant was gored to death by his own pet buffalo. I still find them transcendentally beautiful and a metaphor for melancholia and solitude. I hope to capture the essence of these lonely places before they are gone forever and no one realizes what has been lost.

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