Head Scratch
Some cats like their backs scratched. Some like to flop in your lap whenever they damn well feel lik...

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.
Some cats like their backs scratched. Some like to flop in your lap whenever they damn well feel lik...
I was trained in architectural drafting, auto mechanics, and offset printing, skills that provide an...
Mother Tree was a one evening project that almost painted itself, and knew immediately when it was d...
It was an unusually cold San Diego New Years Day in 2017. Yes, I know we’re spoiled, but still...