It Begins With Us
It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...
This is an untitled piece I never liked that much, but several people have told me what they like about it - the subtle way the golds and greens are reflected across the river, the fine lines in the rocks reminiscent of Pitre, the talk of spring and mist and fog and newness.
Why it has escaped the purging bonfires, and why I keep it, is if you haven't noticed, many of my paintings are completed on New Years Day, year after year. This, I think, is the earliest of those, painted on New Years Day 1993. I'm not sure why I'm always painting on New Years Day but happy that I am.
It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...
Mother Tree was a one evening project that almost painted itself, and knew immediately when it was d...
Subtitle: On an Otherwise Flawless San Diego Evening Tragic Turn of Events is part of a series that ...
Humans have always tried to make sense of the random firing of synapses that occurs when we sleep an...