Morning Palm
This freshly trimmed palm growing just over our fence greets me every morning, I thought I’d r...

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.
This freshly trimmed palm growing just over our fence greets me every morning, I thought I’d r...
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...
I am an early riser. Like 4:30 A.M. It gives me time to sip my coffee, lounge around a little before...