Dusk on the Ayr
Dusk was on the way, but the May sun shone brightly, gilding the bridge on one end and leaving deep purple shade at the other. Time was of the essence to get our painting gear out!
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Valley of the Kings, a Scottish Artist Journey
‘Valley of the Kings’ (oil on panel, 8x10”) is my record of an afternoon spent soaking up the sense of history and the Kilmartin Glen itself—unfolding to Dunadd and the hills of the kingdom beyond.
From Kansas to Kintyre
I was born in the old Bethel Deaconess Hospital in Newton, about a half hour north of Wichita. At the time, my family lived in a sweet little house my father had built for my mother. He’d winched up its concrete walls all by himself with a rope and pulley. When I was seven, we moved from the small city of Newton to a wonderful home in the country—another one of my dad’s creations—beside Sand Creek, about a mile north of town. I spent my early years roaming the fields and pastures around our place.
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