There is a pattern to my work. When the weather is pleasant, I venture out into the landscape to paint. In the heat of summer and dead of winter, I turn my focus inward to paint "psychic-scapes". After a season in Yosemite and Houston, I am turning inward.
A dear friend had his first child, Maya. We had met up in Yosemite with tiny newborn in tow. This was one of those benchmarks in life when one must grasp there is more to life than the self. A new fire carrier has entered the realm. Besides, I was smitten with her name.