I’ve been fortunate to work as a self-supporting artist all my adult life. Early on I illustrated greeting cards and posters of nature and wildlife while also selling my paintings in galleries.

My grandfather built a house in the desert over a hundred years ago. Years later it became part of Phoenix but the area in front of the house was desert that no one could build. I grew up wandering in that desert.

I can’t honestly say how fighting for my life against cancer changed my art. I almost always had to recover for 3 weeks to a few months and that always took time away from going into my studio. I remember after an early surgery in LA I woke up and asked Bruce "Will I still have my upcoming solo show?"

Cancer, it’s everything you could expect–dead fear in the pit of your stomach, terrifying, shocking–all of it all at once. The first time and the second time. Then comes the pain and the hunger, and the frustration from the surgery and the treatment.