Searching for Fairies
A friend posted this on Facebook and I told her, "I simply must paint this." So I did. The...

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.
A friend posted this on Facebook and I told her, "I simply must paint this." So I did. The...
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...
The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they’re seldom rideable. But so...
Plumerias are all over California. They grow out of the ground or in large pots so you can keep them...