glories stream from heaven afar
heavenly hosts sing Hallelujah
Christ the Saviour is born!
Christ the Saviour is born!


the old back yard

"The fountains of my great deep are broken up, and I have rained my reminiscenses for four and twenty hours. The old life has swept before me like a panorama; the old days have trooped by in their old glory, again; the old faces have looked out of the mists of the past; old footsteps have sounded, old voices have greeted me, and the songs I loved ages and ages ago have come wailing down the centuries" -- Mark Twain


art show in SLC library

I graduate in the springtime next year and I have no idea what I'm going to do then.


a painting of some kid in a chair

I've only done 3 paintings so far this semester, and this is the best one. It is 36x48 on canvas.


its hard to argue with function and earth tones.


fall ditty

The wind blows up the valley
And through the merry trees
The prophecy of change
Is whispered to the leaves
The slanting of the sun
The song of anxious crickets
The drying air and drying grass
The geese down by the thickets
The frost along the trenches
The bowers empty nests
The desperate love of home
Caught up with such unrest.


little towns

"Rust grows along the railroad tracks
The young folks leave they don't come back."


4th of July

I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me

The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me

As I was walkin' I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side, it didn't say nothing
That side was made for you and me!

Woody Guthrie


new thing old thing

"The walls of my tiny fortress have fallen"


You gave me music, a bouquet from your hand
You gave me a living song, one that I can understand



Wayne Kimball gave me his finches- that is my only famous person story.

bean museum exhibit

behold the wild industrial vacuum.

Here are some pictures of the exhibit we are working on about african animals. I helped paint the murral and now I am building bases for the animals- they are in different stages of completion, but they all will have rocks and grass in the end. It is interesting work.


Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth.

Ann Sexton


new paintings

I've educated myself into dead art.


"a curtain getting slowly drawn"


Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant


The quarrel of the sparrows in the eves,
The full round moon and the star laden sky,
And the loud song of the ever singing leaves,
Had hid away the earths old and weary cry.

And then you came with those mournful lips,
And with you came the whole of the worlds tears,
And all the trouble of her labouring ships,
And all the trouble of her myriad years.

And now the sparrows warring in the eves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves,
Are shaken with the earths old and weary cry.



some new paintings

The horse guy is going to be painted in grays and glazed over in color. The portrait and windmill are done I guess.


Something to look forward to

some places I love

lets see, we've got
The woods behind Quarry Farm
Jackson Hole
and New York State


clouds rolled in from Nebraska

These are both Wyoming photos. One is in spring in the Swan Valley area and the other is further southwest on the Utah boarderline during the summer. Its hard to be anywhere when you could be here.



The river laughs a long long laugh
The grass sings with the wind
Orion has gone a hunting
Through fields I have never been.

The stars wander through the night
Seasons make them change
The moon dances in and out
And cycles all again.

If these ordered things can move in time
And keep heaven and earth aright
There also must be order in
My wandering days and nights?

O sit by my side
And sing some old old song
It seems this life is fleeting
We don't have very long.


harry anderson

And while they looked stedfastly towared heaven as he went up, behold, two men stood by them in white apparel; which also said, Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven? This same Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into heaven. Acts 1: 10-11.