This is one of those paintings that doesn’t operate on a narrative like much of my other work; instead it is a collection of the leftover feelings and impressions of the place.
These images are often really hard for me to explain.
Then again, maybe they don’t need much explanation because they are images, and after all they deal in matters that words can’t adequately describe, and that’s why we tried to communicate them in a picture.
We saw jackrabbits one night. They fled into the brush upon seeing our bright yellow headlights. From the canyon’s edge we watched a lightning storm gather in the moonlight. We drove through the desert all night in the starlight. And somehow I ended up here.