I mostly paint mountains, foggy pines, spindly aspens, and clouds rolling off alpine peaks. But recently I had the opportunity to paint a beach scene. I used to live on the beach, Leucadia in fact, and I would walk barefoot from my house to Grandview with a surfboard under my arm. Sunsets were part of the ritual of living near the beach, and you would put everything down to go watch the sun drop below the horizon. I always watched for the green flash, I even saw it once, I think. Walks along the beach, a glass of wine on the bluff or even an evening fire with friends was an important part of my life those three years. I channeled those memories into one of my latest commissions, based on an evening stroll along the beach in Santa Monica. Can't you just taste the brined air as it condenses in the evening?