Hobgood’s Ride
There are many terms surfers use when they back into a breaking wave with the tube covering them, th...

This is an untitled piece I never liked that much, but several people have told me what they like about it - the subtle way the golds and greens are reflected across the river, the fine lines in the rocks reminiscent of Pitre, the talk of spring and mist and fog and newness.
Why it has escaped the purging bonfires, and why I keep it, is if you haven't noticed, many of my paintings are completed on New Years Day, year after year. This, I think, is the earliest of those, painted on New Years Day 1993. I'm not sure why I'm always painting on New Years Day but happy that I am.
There are many terms surfers use when they back into a breaking wave with the tube covering them, th...
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
Humans have always tried to make sense of the random firing of synapses that occurs when we sleep an...
I find it amazing that there is another world – many worlds – most of us never get to se...