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

The funny thing about this painting is this was the visualization I had of the first house I owned, a nearly dilapidated post-war house in Grants Pass, Oregon. A mean oak tree had buckled the driveway, lifing it three feet from the ground, and threatened the converted garage foundation, there was nothing but a three step stoop, by the front door, and the door was actually a delaminated mahogany interior door that was thin as paper.
Two years later it looked almost exactly like this, without the driveway slab but with a square step, rail, and porch railing, every brick carefully laid by my own hand.
This freshly trimmed palm growing just over our fence greets me every morning, I thought I’d r...
I find it amazing that there is another world – many worlds – most of us never get to se...
This is an untitled piece I never liked that much, but several people have told me what they like ab...
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...