.......... When I was growing up in rural Pennsylvania I had an Uncle, Malcolm Parcell, who was an artist. Uncle Malcolm lived in the original cabin he was born in. He later built an A-Frame for his studio. Being in Uncle Malcolm's studio was like being part of a Fairy Tale..pictures were everywhere... He did wonderful winter sunsets in his paintings and fiery, horned men with beautiful maidens....I thought it was the only way to live!

.......... Later, as I was learning about artists and techniques in college, he would ask me if I liked those new people, Picasso and Pollock... He always seemed a bit depressed when I said I did. Years later I would understand why he was so compelled to record places and people of his hometown... things change quickly and can easily disappear from our lives.

.......... Later, as I was learning about artists and techniques in college, he would ask me if I liked those new people, Picasso and Pollock... He always seemed a bit depressed when I said I did. Years later I would understand why he was so compelled to record places and people of his hometown... things change quickly and can easily disappear from our lives.

.......... Having lived in the Sonoran Desert now for 45 years, I see daily how fast the plants and animals are being pushed out of the way for development.. How quickly it could all look like any other city..any other land.... I am trying to capture and cherish this land.

.......... The desert has it's own light.. it is a hot, bright, blinding light.. I like to use this light and it's shadows in my paintings.