GOLDWATER LAKE oil on canvas 15"X30" Since back from Chicago I've done some plein aire work around Prescott. This is an example of a days work out in the field, I don't consider it to be finished. I'd like some more definition in the trees, and clarification of the tree mass in the smaller foreground outcropping. EXHIBITION SCHEDULE   "Paul VerBurg, Prints" Pony Espresso, Prescott Valley, Arizona / December-February   "Meanwhile Back at the Ranch" Tohono Chul Park, Tucson, Arizona / January 14-March 7
This is a large (36"X 60") vine charcoal drawing of In The Bag.  It is the third sketch in preparation for work on a large oil painting of the same title.  This drawing is nearly the size of the final oil painting, and is pretty close to the final composition.  Immediately below are the first two drawings I completed for this project; on the left, the original idea was drawn in pen and ink about 4"X7"; on the right, a 14"X 21" pencil drawing.  Sketches help me to compose my idea and allow me to familiarize myself with the image.
This is a pen and ink sketch for In The Bag 4"X 7" I often try out different types of media to test the different effects.	In The Bag pencil drawing, 14"X 21"
This is the pen and ink preparatory sketch for  Devil Of Doubt	This is the completed 60"X 48" oil painting Devil Of Doubt
Match (left) and Aureole (right) Two of my favorite experiences at the Art Institute were working in Lithography, drawing on and printing from limestone; and in the Foundry, casting bronze sculputre.	"Campfire Mempories" oil on canvas 30"X 40" Childhood memories, real or imagined, are the impetus for this work. There is this grey area in my memory, especially concerning my childhood, where I cannot decipher what I truly have witnessed from what has become family lore; those tragic and funny asides, commonplace in everyone’s lives, which can become to an extent mythological over time. As a child hearing family stories, not fully realizing the meaning of the words that were used, I responded more to voice inflections, laughter, and often tears. Over time as the stories were repeated and retold, reworded and rehashed the truth became blurred for me and reality turned into imaginality.