Morning at the Mirror
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...

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.
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...
Some cats like their backs scratched. Some like to flop in your lap whenever they damn well feel lik...
Orchid didn’t turn out exactly as I visualized it, but was an extremely meditative piece, like...
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...