My San Diego
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...

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.
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...
I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes i...
I still have to work a job these days to keep a roof over my head, lights on, obtain food for the ba...
I am an early riser. Like 4:30 A.M. It gives me time to sip my coffee, lounge around a little before...