“What after all is a painter? He’s a collector that wants to make a collection by doing the painting he saw in other collections. That’s how it starts, but then it becomes something else.” ~Picasso

It was in front of this neoclassical edifice that I realized that I wanted to be a painter. I had just, for the first time, seen the paintings of David, Gericault, and Subleyras. I marched across this quad and switched my major that day. I wanted to paint like that. As Picasso said, now it has become something else…much more.

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“Memorial Union OSU” Painting A Day Oil on Canvas 6″x 12″ By The Peace Artist




Where else can you walk behind a 120 foot waterfall?

People call it the “crown jewel” of the Oregon State Parks system, and once you visit, you’ll know why. Silver Falls State Park is the kind of standout scenic treasure that puts Oregon firmly onto the national—and international—stage. Its beauty, boundless recreational opportunities and historic presence keep it there. Nestled in the foothills of Oregon’s Cascade Mountains, it was built by the Conservation Core and furthered by the WPA projects. The sprawling 9,200 acre property is the largest state park in Oregon, and one of the most popular. It boasts 10, year-round, waterfalls and miles of maintained trails to explore and paint.

It is undeniable that our National, State, and county forest and park programs are as beautiful as any in the world. Thankfully, most have varied residency opportunities. Residencies exist to invite artists for a time, and give them space away from their usual environment and obligations in which they can produce. They provide a time of reflection, research, presentation and/or production.

I am excited to announce that next week I begin an artist in residency at Silver Falls. After Silver Falls, I will begin documenting many of the Oregon State Parks for my upcoming book of paintings on that same topic.

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“Stout Grove Redwoods” Painting A Day Oil on Canvas 12″x 24″ By The Peace Artist


The kid was screaming in agony. The 235 lb. football player’s knee had been dislocated, and his pain was audible. Luckily a doctor was in the stands, the young man helped to his feet, and everyone blew a sigh of relief.


While the player was down the visiting team took the time to prep for a trick play. While everyone else waited to see the outcome of the athlete’s knee and his imminent escort from the field, the visiting team took the time stake out a trick play to get them closer to the next first down.


The home team still reeling from the injury to the fellow player never expected that the visitor would try to draw them offsides and get the first down. A loud “Hike” from the QB and no one on the offense moved…but the defense did. It made me ask myself: Good coaching? Good play? Perhaps even good timing? But, was it poor sportsmanship? Did I mention that the game was already visitors 36 to the home team’s 7???


The game ended with the home team’s of loss 41-7. I wondered about the young man I’d come to see. As the two teams met in the middle of the field to give the obligatory “good job” to the other team, I wondered how this young man would conduct himself. Just the week before, although he wanted to give a fellow player a “Hi 5” and a “good job” on a hit, he refrained because the opposing player was hurt on the play. Class.


After giving a “Hi 5” to all the opposing players, he (a Corner/Wide Receiver) sprinted over to the line judge to shake his hand and say thank you. He was the only one. Fifty-five other young men were standing on the field, 20 coaches and support staff, one guy went out of his way to express gratitude to others.

I’m grateful for the lesson learned from the visiting coach and the home player. But, between the two men, I hope to be more like the latter.


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One of my favorite spots in the world.

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Painting A Day: “Mckenzie River Farm” Oil on Canvas 6″ x 12″ By The Peace Artist


“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…”
― Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You’ll Go!

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“You’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting,
So… get on your way!”
― Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You’ll Go!


“You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.”
― Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You’ll Go!

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Peace #1048 “Ridgeline Trail” Painting a Day WC 9″x12″ by The Peace Artist

Peace #1047 “Pinot Noir” Painting a Day Oil WC 6″ x 12″ By The Peace Artist


I haven’t written much about the people I’ve met in the last two years. I have found it much easier to write about those with whom I have just met once. Writing about people you live with everyday is significantly harder. What if you say the wrong thing? What if you offend someone? In dealing with underage gymnasts, how much do you say? What pictures do you post? Rather than trying to secure everyone’s (or their parent’s) permission, I’ve chosen to just avoid the whole conundrum.


Honestly, I have not been Peace, or at least not the Peace I want to be, or have been in the past. For two years, I wore a blue “Peace” t-shirt with “Peace” written on it. It was not because I thought that I was the incarnation of peace, but rather I wanted peace to be where I was, whether or not I brought it…and often times I did. But I’m human too. I lost my temper a time or two. I got frustrated. I said the wrong thing at the wrong time.

I do not fault others for stumbling while learning to be more peaceful, neither do I heap guilt upon my own head. We are all on the same path. My path is not measured by my past choices, but by my next one. C.S. Lewis wrote, “Discouragement is a far greater evil than the sins that provoke it. For once you become discouraged, you become ineffective for change.”

WE are not our past choices, but our next one. What will WE choose?


Thankfully, in the last two years while I was learning to be better at being Peace, there were plenty of wonderful people all around me demonstrating how it is done. Their examples stand as testament to what can be accomplished with compassion, kindness, and love.

I’ve never seen or been a part of a great gym that didn’t have an anchor in the desk staff. The three ladies who handled the front desk at this facility functioned as linchpins that kept the gym together. I am grateful for enormous tasks they bore for us all. I’m sure at times they felt like sisyphus, but toil daily they did.

I’m grateful that I got to coach side by side with the great 3 time olympian athlete, 2 time olympic coach, and 2 time olympic judge Linda Mulvihill. Wow…what an honor. She is a great painter too.


I’m grateful for the overwhelming amount of kindnesses poured out on the kids and myself from parents who drove them, dropped them off, and thankfully picked them back up again everyday, even when there was a foot of snow and ice. I’m thankful for all the starbucks cards, pats on the back, and atta-boy’s I received from those parents as well. I’m thankful for the rides to meets, homemade applesauce, the fruit from their gardens, birthday parties, “thank you” cards, and countless “peace” knickknacks given to me by parents and students.


I’m grateful for the other coaches who taught me lessons in humility, kindness, patience, technique, and persistence. More than anything, I’m grateful for their friendship, camaraderie, the beers after work, weekend BBQ parties, and guitar jam sessions on the porch.


I’m grateful for the the gymnasts themselves. I’m grateful for all the little in-jokes we shared. I’m grateful for the girl who told me every single day that it was her birthday…and it was. I’m grateful for the girls who reminded me every time “Bubba’s” song came on the radio. I’m grateful for the girls who put their hands together before and after meets and cried, “Put your peace signs up!” I’m grateful for the boys that constantly made me laugh, and seemed to never have a shortage of gas.

I’m grateful for the little 7 year-old boy that ate and shared snack with me everyday. I’m grateful for the hugs I received from some boys after every practice. I’m grateful for the talent of the young men and women that I had the honor to work with. I’m grateful for the ups and the downs. I’m grateful for the struggle and the lessons in humility. I’m grateful that everyday at the end of practice we shook hands, looked each other in the eye and said “Thank you.”


Most of all, I’m grateful for the owners who took a chance on a weird guy named “Peace” who wore a blue “peace” t-shirt everyday. I’m grateful that they took me into their confidences and into their home. I’m grateful for the friendship and for the chances to fail, succeed, and learn.

It all begins with gratitude. I’m grateful—grateful that these wonderful people were in my path.


Click Here To Bid: “Hazelnut Orchard” Painting a Day, Signed WC Painting 7″x10″ by The Peace Artist

The Buddha found enlightenment under a tree. I need all the help I can get so I spent the afternoon in a hazelnut orchard.


I have given away more than 1000 pictures. I have given over 1000 pictures away to people I’ve met. Firemen, college coeds, sanitation workers, doctors, real estate agents, bike shop mechanics, housewives, homeless, little boys and little girls.

I have given artwork to make people happy. I have drawn loved ones for parents that have lost their children. I’ve created works for men to give their wives as presents after a fight. I have drawn and painted landscapes, sailboats, horses, bicycles, cars, houses, still life’s, portraits, dogs, cats, and even polar bears.

I have given them as a “peace” of art — a “peace” offering.

I walked and ran over 6000 miles for peace…unaided mostly, but the universe was always there. Even when I ran out of TP in the desert…the universe provided even that. I was alone a lot, but never lonely. Things always worked out. Even when I got poison oak and digestion problems, it always worked out. Gratitude.

After the pilgrimage, I was presented with the opportunity to help a gym. When asked to take on significantly larger coaching roles, I said, “yes” to all things compassionate I could. I coached 15 optional level girls, and 30 boys at the same time, set up and torn down 5 meets and coached them as well. I managed to get nearly all to regionals, westerns, and nationals, and even produced 10 regional champions. But, I didn’t paint that much.

I took on a lot. Perhaps too much.

I need to be Peace the Artist, not Peace the Coach. So once again, I will take to the roads to produce art. This time however I will do it from the saddle of a bike instead of on foot.

I will sell my works now via EBay, galleries, and person to person. I will draw people’s portraits if they wish. But mostly I’m gonna wander searching for beauty. No miles. No numbers. No destinations. Just follow beauty as she leads me.

If you are interested in being a part of my journey, my works are for sale on EBay under Peace Artist.

Bon Voyage



Peace. On Earth: Sunsets

My dear friend Bill said that I should produce a book of my work. The title should not be, “Peace on Earth,” but rather, “Peace. On Earth.” I am on Earth, and I am Peace.



I have three books so far, all titled “Peace. On Earth” but with subtitles of Sunsets, Flowers, and most recently Portraits. They are for sale, I only charge how much it costs me to print ($35). They are hardcover, and 20 pages long. If you would like one, let my know, or you can purchase one off Ebay.



The portrait book contains nearly 100 portraits.

Portrait book

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