Finally found a home for this painting I did in Arizona in 2007 of Superstiton Mountain . . went to some place called Oklahoma.
Nobody liked it except maybe me, that quiet conversation the desert has before sunset, when dragons fill the sky and breathe fire for little boys. I stood there many times, just away from the humans and their sounds, listening. And at the time, I couldn't think of any other place I'd rather be. It was exhibited once at the Scottsdale Artist School, then collected dust, like most of my paintings do, until I throw them away.
I never wanted to be a collector of my own works, but some paintings are like stories, a part of me . . and I wince now, looking in the corner where it collected dust, because it's gone.