The urge to paint, to showcase the world I see in oil paintings, emanates directly from the physical geography of my hometown, San Francisco, California.
 

As a child and young adult, experiencing the pure and cascading holy light that bathes San Francisco’s cubist shapes, chalky undulating stucco, definitive blue shadows, the enduring simplistic West Coast architecture, doorways, alleys, topiary, and vistas as subjects, formed my personal alphabet to construct a visual dialogue, the City, my muse.
 

More a frantic need than a choice, painting serves to express an optical language sans words, focusing on the tantalizing light show before me. The images and places, some may describe as ordinary, my heart and mind see as mysterious, divine, even iconic.
 

The early subject matter of urban city scapes inspired by Edward Hopper and Wayne Theibaud, were witnessed on city bus rides of my youth. Paintings then evolved into large bold green places, abstract verdant spheres inspired by European garden design.
The purity of trees and shrub edges merging into sky, and celestial cloud paintings captured my imagination for the next phase.

 

In the end, all the works share a common
visual thread, possessing a solitary mysterious undertone to seduce the viewer into my world of light, darkness, and the unknown.