I had a fairly normal childhood (yeah right, like everyone has one). Mom decided to leave Dad the day JFK was gunned down. Guess she had enough. We moved back to the Okanogan country in the heart of north central Washington. My Grandparent's had a nursery and floral shop there. The Okanogan means "gathering place" to the Native people that live here. It is a wonderful place to live and grow up.

Grandfather was a quarter Chickasaw, and was my inspiration. He beleived in the "Indian Way" and taught me many things. Most of all he was my toughest critic. He always found something wrong with my artistic endeavors, which pushed me harder...

At age 18, I moved to Pullman Wa, to attend college at WSU. I fancied myself becoming an architect. Made several close friends and discovered LSD with them. This opened many doors both spiritual and creative. I decided to "tune in, turn on and drop out" after reading Leary's "Politics of Ecstacy".

Once home I turned my old horse's barn into a studio apartment and my first serious painting was created: "Tuned In". It was an exciting time for me and my work came easily. At age 20 I met an alternative (hippy) Gal who was 29. After living with her for several month's she named me "Whitecrow". I beleive it came from "The Teachings of Don Juan", a crow is so black that when the sun shines upon it, it appears white. Anyway, things didn't work out and money grew tight.

I got a job with the local Tonasket Ranger Station, with the US Forest Service and have been working there ever since. Fighting forest fires and growing trees. It is very satisfying to make a living in the woods.

Like many men I've always had trouble with women. When younger, I seemed to fall in love almost daily. It was hell! Middle age finally caught up with me, and I married Teresa who brought our daughter Sierra Rose into the world. I don't think I knew what life was really about until my child showed me. Hopefully I'll be able to pass on the things that my Grandfather gave me to her...