I began to work as a road-warrior computer consultant.  That work took me into many remote towns across the nation.  With not much to do during the idle hours boredom set in.  I began to carry with me the sketchbook of years' past.  My scribbles were discouraging so I got serious.

At first I would ask my coworkers if there was something that they might want a drawing of when I returned from the week's excursion.  This gave me the subject so my only problem was a translation from their photos. If I was at all successful then I would give the output to whomever gave me the problem of the week.  I actually got money for a few of them.  I kept no record of those works and know not of where they hang out.

I drew in hotel rooms, airports, airplanes and most anyplace I found myself with time on my hands.  From 1986 until 1991 I logged nearly 400,000 flight miles with Delta Airlines alone.  I found that there was a lot of time to be given over to drawing.

At my work sites, in airports or on the airplanes I surprised many people with unexpected gifts.  I had a lot of retraining to do.  In going from not being able to draw a descent bookcase to being accepted into a gallery was a long three-year journey.  In November 1987 I began writing a booklet of my remembered university training and my philosophy of what art is about.  I used that to consult with myself so the soliloquy became a dialog.  By stages it worked for me.

The gift work of this extended period finds itself in many states and in at least seven countries.  I recall one such destination as being a farmhouse in rural India.  Others made their way to California, Delaware, Hawaii, Ohio and all the way to Guam.

That all came to an end with an auto break-in at Oahu's North Shore.  I lost my travel studio and the best landscape drawing I've ever done.  I feel that I got too close and the fire-god, Pele, made sure that it wouldn't happen again. We made an agreement that I wouldn't do it again for another 13 years!