Fire and Ice
I’ll be the first to admit, I often paint from photographs. Not all of us can hire models or t...

I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes it's way to bed. Here is one of those sweet afternoons, cast in layers of blue and pink, the exclamation points of palm trees punctuating the view. We'll be here tomorrow, too!
I’ll be the first to admit, I often paint from photographs. Not all of us can hire models or t...
Modern photography has enabled us to see the mother ocean and the children of the tides who play in ...
The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they’re seldom rideable. But so...
Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, ...