Original oil and acrylic on canvas. 36” x 48”, 2025
“Once a year, when the weather warms and the wildflowers pop and the smell of orange blossoms blows through the valley, I make an AWAH’Y picture. This latest version is looser and more spontaneous, tho it’s still an exercise in methodical make-believe, an imaginative map like I used to make as a kid and with my kids. AWHA’Y is the Chumash word for moon or lunar phase and the root of the English name for the magic place I arrived in five years ago. The old saying that there’s no evangelist like the convert definitely applies - I love it here so much. It’s corny but true: I found home.”
Original oil and acrylic on canvas. 36” x 48”, 2025
“Once a year, when the weather warms and the wildflowers pop and the smell of orange blossoms blows through the valley, I make an AWAH’Y picture. This latest version is looser and more spontaneous, tho it’s still an exercise in methodical make-believe, an imaginative map like I used to make as a kid and with my kids. AWHA’Y is the Chumash word for moon or lunar phase and the root of the English name for the magic place I arrived in five years ago. The old saying that there’s no evangelist like the convert definitely applies - I love it here so much. It’s corny but true: I found home.”
