Pitre and Dean
John Pitre was one of my earliest art influences. Before the internet, we already knew of the depers...
There's something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I've always loved. In the arid dunes, life still thrives, and you can never get any closer to the Earth than by pondering, for a moment, just how many grains of sand make up the smallest dune that the wind has built.
Or maybe I've just read Dune too many times and expect to see a sandworm at any moment. Nope. Those are dune buggies . . .
At any rate, the one mistake I made in taking on the glorious dunes of Glamis east of El Centro, California was thinking this would be an easy subject.
John Pitre was one of my earliest art influences. Before the internet, we already knew of the depers...
I’ll be the first to admit, I often paint from photographs. Not all of us can hire models or t...
We live in a throw-away world, one we are leaving for our children and grandchildren to inherit. The...
Say what you want, California regularly has the most beautiful sunsets in the lower 48. I think it...