ALL THAT WANDERS IS NOT LOST
Dead Horse State Park, Utah
Oil on Gessoed Board

 

Several weeks into the journey west, I discovered the wonder that is Moab. As I began painting this view, a park ranger came by to peek and returned now and then to see how it progressed. When he learned I was from Maine, he commented that an art professor also from Maine had visited earlier in the year and said, "He looked at me as if I had the BEST job in the world." I asked him to describe the professor and realized instantly who it was.

 

The very same fellow who twisted my arm to enroll full time at the college of art years before. Small world indeed, yet I was traveling on radar so to speak, and magical incidences like this were happening everywhere along the way. I was learning something about faith.

 

Even so, on those days when doubt threatened the edges of my canvas, it was a good reminder, I wasn't lost.