I work out of Emmett, Idaho — a small town northwest of Boise, on the Payette River.

I paint the American West the way it actually looks to me. Nothing too romantic. A snapshot of a slower life — a man, a horse, an afternoon.

Art was always on the side — practiced, picked up and put down for years. I'd give it a real run and then quit, mostly out of the same fear: that it wasn't good enough, that I wasn't. I'm done with that. This is me giving it the chance I kept owing it.

The work moves between digital painting and traditional media — oil, acrylic, and lately engraving, which I'm learning the slow way. Photography is in there too; it still shapes how I see a frame.

The prints: cotton paper, signed in pencil, stamped on the back, packed by hand — every one, wherever it's headed. If you hang it, I want it to hold up.

If any of this lands, the way in is the Field Notes — letters from the studio and the West, sent when there's something worth saying. The work is here when you want it.

— Chris