The wind caresses my skin, the sun bursts through the oak trees like an exploding star and nature starts singing its song. To onlookers...

A time gone by. A time yet to happen. Child's play not forgotten. Off to worlds unknown. Won't you come fly with me? San Diego North...

Initially the digital composite concept for "Up", my original acrylic painting, I was still captivated and lost up in the trees. The huge...

The afternoon breeze blows through the stand of eucalyptus trees behind my studio. Wind chimes somewhere off in the distance, the...