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4040 Farmouth Drive, Los Feliz & its architect & builder, my grandfather, Harry Hammond Keith, an extraordinary person, who otherwise few people may never know. 

A journal entry written in 1996 while creating a piece of art during the time I was also going through a divorce.  It began with an assignment given through a summer Discipline-Based Art Education (DBAE) course through the Getty Art Institute in Los Angeles. It reflects my feelings towards art (in 1996) and shows how the art-making process can delve deep into one’s psyche to express the true emotions one might otherwise not have the courage or words to communicate.

I paint intimate, nature-soaked soul-sanctuaries where dreamlike beauty holds space for quiet reflection, inner transformation, and the coexistence of unruly, passionate emotion. My work invites viewers into quiet, contemplative spaces—gardens, waterscapes, and open impressionistic and abstracted dreamscapes—where the gentle and the wild live side by side inside the same moment. In these paintings, I’m always searching for that tender threshold where solace, longing, and unta

It has taken what seems like a lifetime to find my voice as an artist. Does that mean I can finally call myself an artist without feeling like an absolute fraud? I don't know. Maybe, maybe not, but it actually doesn't matter to me any more either. I just AM. Call me what you want, or at worst, say that I have the true heart of an artist if nothing else!

I was that precocious child who was thoroughly obnoxious, but one couldn’t help smiling when you watched me, so they tell me, anyway.