Fire and Ice
I’ll be the first to admit, I often paint from photographs. Not all of us can hire models or t...

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.
I’ll be the first to admit, I often paint from photographs. Not all of us can hire models or t...
A breaking wave holds almost more beauty beneath than from above. The chaos and power that brings a ...
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...