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

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. :-)
I’ll be the first to admit, I often paint from photographs. Not all of us can hire models or t...
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
Some cats like their backs scratched. Some like to flop in your lap whenever they damn well feel lik...