The Journey Into Art

While wandering along Oak Creek, south of Sedona, I came to see an enticing site, a beautiful oak leaf in a small pool of water in the sandstone bedrock. Staring more I saw the reflection of the surrounding fall trees...

I have read a lot about creativity and even tried to write about it myself.

I have concluded that talking about and writing about creativity is like walking around a well and only describing what is in it with the simple term "water"...

I see many, many ads for tools that help you create images (and I presume prints) fast with presets or other shortcuts.

Most of my best works take 1+-5+ hours to create. The farther I go along this path, the more time it takes for me to finish a piece...

Sometimes one afternoon's and evening's experience lasts for months. So it was with this evening at Muley Point in southeastern Utah.

Everything came together to make a most remarkable several hours of capturing the breadth of a spring evening in the desert...

Virga are streaks of rain beneath a cloud, but the rain never reaches the ground. I've also heard it called dry rain. Until this plane flight I'd never seen virga from above. Not much of a cloud above the virga...

What is art to me?

This is a remarkably vital question. I have been a physician for over 34 years as of this writing.

What I carry into my art starts from the many years of observation I have practiced in medicine...

A finger pointing at the moon is not the moon. The finger is needed to know where to look for the moon, but if you mistake the finger for the moon itself, you will never know the real moon...

This is another from the Transformed Series where I began to depart from standard landscape photography and add a bit of happy dance to the print.

It was taken on a late spring afternoon on Muley Point in southeastern Utah and shows the wonderful combination of the land and my experience of and with it...