It Begins With Us
It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...

There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy of the breath of Luna as it crests and rolls and crashes at the shore, the ripples that speak as the breeze dances across the surface, the feathery kisses of the water as it laps against my legs, it is all so soothing and relaxing, the endless sky of summer wrapping the world in blue.
It feels like home.
I don't really know why I call this one Precious, it's just the word that comes to me when I look at it.
It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
The funny thing about this painting is this was the visualization I had of the first house I owned, ...
The Plumerias were glorious these year, one of them with bright pink flowers and warm yellow hearts,...