Point Loma
Point Loma is not really a landscape painting, at least, that’s not how I intended it. It...

Do you believe in fairies?
Neither do I. But if I did, their earthly forms would be hummingbirds.
We have a hummingbird feeder on our back patio, under which I learned that cheeping sound is not an insect, it's the chirp of a hummingbird. Where I found that my hair must look like a flower or something, because they are always trying to land in it whether I'm wrenching on the weedeater, firing up the barbecue, or patching the dings in my surfboard.
Where I learned that the greatest pleasures in life come from the appreciation of the smallest things.
Point Loma is not really a landscape painting, at least, that’s not how I intended it. It...
Say what you want about California, about the overabundance of liberals, about a corrupt and bankrup...
Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, ...
Mother Tree was a one evening project that almost painted itself, and knew immediately when it was d...