Remembering the King
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...

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.
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...
I have painted of the inspiration of Pascale Honore and Duct Tape Surfing in Anything is Possible. I...
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...
I still have to work a job these days to keep a roof over my head, lights on, obtain food for the ba...