Fairy Iris
You will find these everywhere in the San Diego Area. We have a rather glorious bush of them growing...

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.
You will find these everywhere in the San Diego Area. We have a rather glorious bush of them growing...
Some cats like their backs scratched. Some like to flop in your lap whenever they damn well feel lik...
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It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...