Guardians
Humans have always tried to make sense of the random firing of synapses that occurs when we sleep an...

The funny thing about this painting is this was the visualization I had of the first house I owned, a nearly dilapidated post-war house in Grants Pass, Oregon. A mean oak tree had buckled the driveway, lifing it three feet from the ground, and threatened the converted garage foundation, there was nothing but a three step stoop, by the front door, and the door was actually a delaminated mahogany interior door that was thin as paper.
Two years later it looked almost exactly like this, without the driveway slab but with a square step, rail, and porch railing, every brick carefully laid by my own hand.
Humans have always tried to make sense of the random firing of synapses that occurs when we sleep an...
Perched at the most southern end of San Diego, with the view of the Silver Strand and Tijuana to the...
I was trained in architectural drafting, auto mechanics, and offset printing, skills that provide an...
It was an unusually cold San Diego New Years Day in 2017. Yes, I know we’re spoiled, but still...