Someone Else’s Problem
On a recent travel we were at an AmTrak station with many quaint decorations and brickwork. Almost u...

Point Loma is not really a landscape painting, at least, that's not how I intended it.
It's about a girl discovering a new adventure, squinting into the setting sun, peering into the distance on tippy-toes and wondering where it should take her. The path to the left beckons, and you can see where it leads, the footfalls of former travelers showing you the way . . . . let's go.
Sure it's a long walk back. But you will never know if you don't choose.
On a recent travel we were at an AmTrak station with many quaint decorations and brickwork. Almost u...
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...
My animal spirit is the Clouded Leopard. The Clouded Leopard is rarely seen, it hides in the trees a...
John Pitre was one of my earliest art influences. Before the internet, we already knew of the depers...