A series of mono and duochromatic paintings drawn from long drives through the Mojave Desert. Drawn from both memory and photograph — clouds, mountains, chaparral — each work distills a moment of landscape into an abstract palette, washes of acrylic on raw canvas, the pigment allowed to sink into the weave and settle on its own terms.

The palette is predominantly austere and bleached, as the desert itself tends to be, interrupted only by the fiery brilliance of a sunset burning over the low horizon. A dusting of mica powder runs through the work catching light the way the surface of a desert highway does in the late afternoon. These are not paintings of a single moment but a synthesis of experiences accumulated from youth to adulthood, the desert highway as a place returned to again and again. The specific is deliberately dissolved — particular roads, particular days, protected memories — leaving only what persists: color, light, the feeling of moving through vast open space.