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Joyfully Defying Limits speaks to both the subject’s age and that unknown ski run she's considering. In her mind, it’s about the run. To the viewer’s mind, it’s about ageism. At the same time, it’s about the thing inside all of us that says, “I want to be like that when I get older.”
James Behind the Mask – This intimate portrait captures the rare quiet of James Bartlett—aka Rumi Missabou, iconic San Francisco drag performer and a founding member of "The Cockettes" performance troop in the late 1960s. Eyes that once dazzled and commanded now meet you directly—unadorned, unguarded, deeply present. It’s a portrait of the man behind the stage, offered in love and memory, a glimpse of the intensity, warmth, and spirit that shaped him beyond performance. A tribute to the uncle I wish I’d had a chance to know, whose choices—especially leaving home as a teenager—created lasting ripples through his family, while his larger-than-life persona and stage presence left their own mark on countless others.
Devious Machinations – Eyes narrowed, every muscle poised, she calculates with quiet precision. Not evil—just wronged, and nothing will be left to chance. Every thought, every step, is part of a plan, a slow burn of retribution that’s about to ignite. It’s game on, so you better watch your back.
Effortless – For a split second, gravity forgets its job. Suspended mid-air, the skier poses—not for balance, but for fun—already certain a friend behind the lens is catching it all. There’s joy here, and a little cocky swagger, earned honestly. Time stretches just enough for a grin, a flex, a silent yeah, I nailed that. Landing will come soon enough. This moment is pure confidence, weightless and unbothered, where effort disappears and style takes over.
A Discourse in Violet: She Listens Politely – England, 1870s. In the golden hush of a country garden, a gentleman speaks with conviction; a lady in a rich violet gown listens with practiced grace. Her fingers turn a wedding band—idly, or perhaps deliberately. The moment appears civil, even tender, yet a quiet tension lingers beneath the bloom. Set against the backdrop of Victorian decorum, this painting reflects on the subtleties of power, performance, and propriety—where listening is often mistaken for learning, and certainty rarely questioned. SOLD!
Ski Bliss – Mid-carve, edges biting clean into winter silence. Ahead, a ridge drops away, hiding whatever comes next. That’s the moment—exhilaration braided with anticipation. Mountains stretch in the distance, vast and indifferent, while the world narrows to breath, balance, and motion. Swoosh, swoosh. Past and future fall quiet. There is only this turn, this line, this trust in momentum—an invitation to the unknown just beyond the edge.
There's a Story Here... They’ve been doing this bit for years. He drifts into his usual air of self-importance, convinced he’s charming the room, knowing full well she’ll clock the nonsense immediately. She looks up at him with the familiar frown that says, I know you, and you are ridiculous. It isn’t tension—it’s choreography. A private joke, honed by history, played out for the quiet delight of anyone watching.