Remembering the King
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...

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.
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
Several years ago I was near poverty, struggling to fetch out a living in a southern Oregon town, li...
Perched at the most southern end of San Diego, with the view of the Silver Strand and Tijuana to the...