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...
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...
I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes i...
We met Cleopatra (Cleo) on a visit to the vet for the other cat that owns us, Nefertiti (Neffi.) Nef...