Kiting Day
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...

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.
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...
On July, 1, 2015, an American dentist from Minnesota, Walter James Palmer, and local hunting guides ...
A moment at one of my favorite beach breaks, Ocean Beach, the Dog Beach end, in San Diego. There are...
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...