Untitled (By the River)
This is an untitled piece I never liked that much, but several people have told me what they like ab...

The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they're seldom rideable.
But sometimes you get to see a little bit of that fabled tube, the shack, the blanket of water enveloping you and your board just before it closes over you and rolls you into the sand. Pull the Blanket Over was from one of those days when mother ocean wrapped me in her arms . . . just before slapping me against the sand. :-)
This is an untitled piece I never liked that much, but several people have told me what they like ab...
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
I wanted to break away from greens one day and just wanted to paint a strong high chroma complimenta...
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...