Pitre and Dean
John Pitre was one of my earliest art influences. Before the internet, we already knew of the depers...

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.
John Pitre was one of my earliest art influences. Before the internet, we already knew of the depers...
People don’t choose cats, cats choose people. One of our household queens, Nefertiti, basking ...
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
It was an unusually cold San Diego New Years Day in 2017. Yes, I know we’re spoiled, but still...