Guardians
Humans have always tried to make sense of the random firing of synapses that occurs when we sleep an...

The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they're seldom rideable.
But sometimes you get to see a little bit of that fabled tube, the shack, the blanket of water enveloping you and your board just before it closes over you and rolls you into the sand. Pull the Blanket Over was from one of those days when mother ocean wrapped me in her arms . . . just before slapping me against the sand. :-)
Humans have always tried to make sense of the random firing of synapses that occurs when we sleep an...
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
Mother Tree was a one evening project that almost painted itself, and knew immediately when it was d...
John Pitre was one of my earliest art influences. Before the internet, we already knew of the depers...