“For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is a sense of being somehow, somewhere, connected with other states of being where art (curiosity, tenderness, kindness, ecstasy) is the norm.
Vladimir Nabokov, 1956
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“Oaxaca” oil on panel, 2018
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Cara bust, oil on panel, 2019
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Catalina Mts. front range, oil on panel, 2019
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Emily, oil on panel, 2019
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Emily (sketch), oil on panel, 2019
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Cara 2, oil on panel, 2019
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Judith, oil on panel, 2007
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Pusch Ridge, Tucson, oil on panel, 2017-2019
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La Derechaza (Jess), oil on panel, 2019
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Pusch Ridge, Tucson, oil on panel, 2018
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Pusch Peak, Tucson, oil on panel, 2018
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Billy, o/panel, 2018
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Sienna, o/panel, 2018
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Mia, o/panel, 2018
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Rosemary, o/panel, 2018
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Nude, o/panel, 2018
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