Glamis Dunes
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...

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’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...