Escort Oil on canvas $1,000, Original | $100, Fine Art Print Every fall, when I drive back to the ranch toward evening, they find me. Three barn owls pick up the truck on the road in and follow it home. They don’t follow quietly. They circle the moving truck and cross over me from one side to the other, low and fast, in the last gold light. You don’t see feathers or wings. You see warm, loose streaks of color sweeping past, the way an impressionist would paint a bird, beca

Heat of the Night Oil on canvas Offers considered Night around the pond is not quiet. It only looks that way if you aren’t watching. For years I’ve watched this ground after dark, and the painting came to me whole, in a flash, after all that watching. At the top, nearly lost in the trees, is the great horned owl. His body is built from the same brown, purple, and blue strokes as the trunks around him, and only his eyes are fully there, yellow and unblinking, fixed on whoever

Purgatory Oil on canvas, professional-grade oils$10,000, Original | $100, Fine Art Print Everything below the horizon is a life lived at full heat. Deep red for rage, pink and orange for passion and celebration, a band of gold for everything we spend our years building and owning. It takes up most of the canvas, because it takes up most of the time we have. Then the heat cools. At the horizon a band of purple, the one color that belongs to both worlds, sits behind a single da

destiny or free will A classic question. Here’s where the main positions land: The case for determinism (destiny)Everything that happens — including every choice you make — is the result of prior causes: your genes, upbringing, brain chemistry, the laws of physics. What feels like choosing is just the universe unfolding. There’s no “you” standing outside causation, pulling levers. Thinkers like Spinoza and, more recently, neuroscientist Robert Sapolsky argue this forcefully.

what is sleep Sleep is a naturally recurring state in which your body and brain go into a reduced-activity mode: consciousness is mostly suspended, you respond less to the outside world, and the body does important maintenance work. It’s different from unconsciousness caused by something like anesthesia or a coma because it’s easily reversible (you can be woken up) and it follows a regular rhythm. How it works Sleep runs in cycles of about 90 minutes, repeated 4 to 6 times a

PyroOil on canvasOffers considered He lived across the pond, in a tunnel he'd dug and kept to himself, and for the better part of a season I watched him without ever once interfering — out to hunt, back to his hole, the same quiet rhythm repeated, evening after evening. I never thought of him as a threat during that time. I thought of him as a neighbor, one more creature making a life on the same raw ground I was trying to make mine. Watching him was its own small pleasure, t

What Stays When You Stop Looking Oil on canvas Offers considered Every spring, meadowlarks move through this ground — watchful, constant, impossible to pin down. They follow when we cut grass. They flip horse manure for bugs, feed, and never once stop scanning the sky while they do it. I filmed five of them one day from inside a small barn, hidden, watching them exist in their own element without knowing I was there. I thought it was a good video. Two years later, I watched i

LuckyOil on canvasOffers invited It was -15 degrees, isolated, deep night. My friend had offered to fetch water for me from the station while I stayed on the phone with her, the two of us talking through the cold and the dark. Then she screamed. I was already up out of my chair, halfway to the truck, before she got the rest of the words out — a tiny kitten had dropped out of a nearby tree straight onto her shoulder, and started kneading like he'd been waiting for exactly that

In the MistOil on canvas$5,000 — Original | $100 — Fine Art Print An adolescent bison, caught mid-play in shallow water, mist rising around him as a storm-red sky presses down from above. He hasn't learned stillness yet, or wariness — just the water, the morning, and whatever game he's making of both. Painted directly, without a witnessed story attached — just the animal, the terrain, and the atmosphere of a landscape that rarely offers anything gentle. No academic compositio

PappaliOil on canvas$10,000 — Original | $500 — Fine Art Print I found him young and nearly gone — he wouldn't eat, no matter what we tried. My grandmother brought boiled eggs, and as I sat eating at my study table, he ran to me, bobbed his head, and put it straight into my mouth — taking food the only way his instinct knew, the way a chick takes it from a parent. From that moment, feeding him was easy. Within a month, he was a strong, healthy bird. He stayed with my father f

Held GroundOil on canvasOffers invited A school breaks apart. A barracuda tears through, fast and pale against the dark. And at the edge of it, watching, a seahorse holds its ground — not fleeing with the scattering mass, not caught in the violence either. Just present, tail curled, still. Painted in glow and shadow rather than hard edge — gold and orange bleeding into deep blue-black water, the chaos only half-resolved the way disturbed water actually looks when something vi

DepthOil on canvasOffers invited A single seahorse suspended in dense, glowing water — rendered with the patience and precision of an artist working at the height of technical control. Every plate along the body is built individually, gold catching light against deep red, the creature lit from within by a burst of green-gold against blue-black depth. No narrative accompanies this piece, and none is needed. It stands on craft alone — controlled, exacting, unhurried. A work mad

Melody in the Black HillsOil on canvas$8,000 — Original | $200 — Fine Art Print Melody in the Black Hills Oil on canvas$5,000 — Original | $100 — Fine Art Print For years, I followed the same herd through the Black Hills — patient seasons spent learning their paths through the aspen. One morning, on my horse Drifter, a great bull stepped out from the grove alone. He stopped, lifted his head, and called — high, piercing, cutting straight through the cold air. And the aspen ans

MadanaOil on canvas$5,000 — Original | $100 — Fine Art Print There is a story inside this painting. I know exactly what it is. I will tell only the one who takes it home. For everyone else, it stays exactly what you see — color, shape, tension, held together on black. Read it however it comes to you. That reading is yours to keep, and it will be true, whatever it is.

MeditationOil on canvas$5,000 — Original | $100 — Fine Art Print No plan. No subject. No decision between one color and another. This piece was made without thought — not carelessly, but in the deepest sense of the word: without the usual noise of choosing, judging, second-guessing. Color was allowed to move where it moved. The hand followed, and nothing stood between the two. That state is harder to reach than it sounds — a discipline closer to meditation than to painting, t

Sage Creek GuardianOil over acrylic, palette knife and brush on canvas$9,000 — Original | $200 — Fine Art Print Standing where I once found a bleached skull at Sage Creek, I imagined this — not what was there, but what stood watch over it. Horned, hollow-eyed, teeth bared against a red field cut through with black, this piece was built as a sentinel, not a portrait. Layered in oil over acrylic, alternating palette knife and brush — the knife for the raw, built planes of bone

Sage CreekOriginal oil on canvas, palette knife$5,000 — Original | $100 — Fine Art Print Titan was born in the Badlands and has carried me through them for years — past wild bison herds, across unstable ground, through every kind of weather this country produces. He does not spook easily, and in all our years riding together, he had never once refused a trail. Until one early, eerie morning at Sage Creek. He stopped. Not startled, not bolting — simply stopped, and would not g

FireOil on canvas, 16 x 20Not for sale yet— prints available $ 100 Living in the back country, chickens help survival. But the philosophy of Na-ma-ha means they have to be free-ranging, with total freedom and the problems that come with it. You have to learn egg hunting — assess the freshness, the cleanness of the egg, the weight of the egg, the color and the feel of the outer shell. But then it's not just egg. It is the most pure, complete, flavorful and spiritual food you

Support me through venmo I have a dream, to have open spaces for rescue animals in the setting of a farm that they own and enjoy in a more natural way with shelters, a pond and lots of space to roam around and also have inter species friendships built and live a happy life until their natural end, I have bought 40 acres , built a pond and built many shelter for them and now have a famous pig Bonnie who calls it home , s rescued mini goat called Diva and lots of rescu