Birdwatching
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...

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.
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
In 1995, a car accident left Pascale Honore paraplegic. She would watch her son and his friends surf...
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...
John Pitre was one of my earliest art influences. Before the internet, we already knew of the depers...