Edward Hopper
If you could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.

14th & Leary
14th & Leary; Oil on Panel; 9 3/4" x 7 1/4"; 2006; Collection of Sue Danielson 

A world in a box
The Black Island by Hergé I used to stare and stare at the two Degas reproductions in my parents' bedroom - the Blue Dancers matted in dull orange cloth, colors that perplexed and thrilled me with their contrast - and the green one, the pretty Milliner with the hat floating mysteriously over her head. I never realized it was on a hat stand. There were other pictures - three small watercolor landscapes of the veldt by an old family friend that felt like a warm winter day t

Self-Portrait, Back Bay
 Self-Portrait, Back Bay; Oil on Board; 10" x 8"; 2004 Last night at a cd release party for the band Library Science, I watched transfixed as pink, yellow and white stripes zipped and unzipped mountain roads, a man ran and ran impossible distances to a Nike-esque slogan of "DO IT TO IT", and pacman-like digital critters swirled and bumped in fluorescent colors behind the band's infectious beats. One of the repeating themes was a little man who waved his arms. He was rendered in nothing

Georgetown
Gouache and Acrylic Collage on Watercolor Paper; 44 1/2" x 59"; 2008 Georgetown's got it all: planes, trains, automobiles. The ground is toxic and so is the air. It's loud, it's smelly, it's dirty. "More Noise Please!" wrote Seattle underground poet, Jesse Bernstein, while he was living there. Part of industrial south Seatt