First Bike
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
On a recent travel we were at an AmTrak station with many quaint decorations and brickwork. Almost unnoticed was a side alcove for waiting passengers, tucked out of the way off the platform.
I was hypnotized by the deep perspective of the brick patterns, drawn in to the beauty and craftsmanship that went into this little alcove, until the litter and refuse of people who had been here sang out like an exclamation point, turning a quiet spot among the noise and chaos into a sad commentary on who we are as humans.
One of the greatest things we can do to save our planet is to give our best effort to avoid making our presence here someone else's problem. I can't say it enough: we can't change people, all we have control over is ourselves, and by our actions, be the force that inspires others to follow.
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
You will find these everywhere in the San Diego Area. We have a rather glorious bush of them growing...
The funny thing about this painting is this was the visualization I had of the first house I owned, ...
John Pitre was one of my earliest art influences. Before the internet, we already knew of the depers...