Pitre and Dean
John Pitre was one of my earliest art influences. Before the internet, we already knew of the depers...

Point Loma is not really a landscape painting, at least, that's not how I intended it.
It's about a girl discovering a new adventure, squinting into the setting sun, peering into the distance on tippy-toes and wondering where it should take her. The path to the left beckons, and you can see where it leads, the footfalls of former travelers showing you the way . . . . let's go.
Sure it's a long walk back. But you will never know if you don't choose.
John Pitre was one of my earliest art influences. Before the internet, we already knew of the depers...
Just give me a minute, will you? Can I take a breath, hear and do and think about NOTHING for just o...
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
I still have to work a job these days to keep a roof over my head, lights on, obtain food for the ba...