Pitre and Dean
John Pitre was one of my earliest art influences. Before the internet, we already knew of the depers...

Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, patient preparations so they are ready to take on the day.
Unless you really have to get in there. Then it's quite painful, the choice between the wrath of a woman or bladder damage.
What fascinated me about this composition was the contrast between the neutrals of a morning lit bathroom and the fiery mane of red hair, offset by the delicate tendrils of the lace top and the way it all worked together. A bit of meditation of my own.
John Pitre was one of my earliest art influences. Before the internet, we already knew of the depers...
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
The funny thing about this painting is this was the visualization I had of the first house I owned, ...
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...