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

Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house. Always the hunters, watching the world with their instinctual focused stare, but if they chance to dodge through an open door, they always dart back inside, never wandering far from the food dish.
Point Loma is not really a landscape painting, at least, that’s not how I intended it. It...
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
I am an early riser. Like 4:30 A.M. It gives me time to sip my coffee, lounge around a little before...
There is nothing like this feeling. The wind in your face, the weight of your ride held high over yo...