Hello there! Video killed the radio star. Face book killed the blog. Anyway, here is the lovely longhorn that was march down the streets of Denver in January for the stock show. It was so much fun to see the cowboys and cowgirls and their beautiful cattle.
I learned to paint when I was eight. I picked up guitar when I was twelve. I was young when I had children and did not start any sort of career. I was bitten by the theatre bug in my early thirties. I've painted so many sets that it is difficult to count them all. Sets are not a permanent thing. They are much like the actors that play on them, transient in their importance. As soon as the show is over, then it is taken apart and destroyed. I had to quit my job at The Arvada Center in Colorado, when my back could not take it anymore. For the last five years I have been home mostly writing and painting paintings. It is what I dreamed about doing to make a go of it as a fine artist. There are moments when I truly feel that I am running in place.