Caddo, 50 x 76 inches, oil and acrylic on canvas There was a donkey. His name was Hoti. Donkey Hoti often wandered through the countryside in search of something better. Better weather, better forage to eat, better water, anything that was better than what he had. On the one hoof, Hoti felt like he had a very good life. He was grateful for all the wonders of the world. He liked watching summer sunsets and munching the tender grasses near the region’s many streams. On another

Minotaur, 46 x 60 inches, oil on linen The boy was angry. Like all humans, he was born with the capacity to be angry, but his anger was worse than most. His parents could not teach him how to soothe his anger, because they did not know how to soothe theirs. His anger was never soothed and so it grew. His anger grew until it became a beast with hooves and horns, hot breath and cold unblinking eyes. The beast was afraid of nothing except nothing. It raged against the terrifying

Meditation in Blue and Yellow, 36 x 52 inches, oil on linen Craving is my desire to fill myself with something to mask the pain of emptiness. That something can be an object, like a new car, an externally sourced process, induced by a drug like ice cream, or an internally sourced process, like love and sex. Whatever the type of craving, the result is that the vessel in me that is capable of holding the real world is instead filled temporarily with something other than the rea