TIDEPOOLS
Shimmering Tides At La Perouse Bay
Staring into the translucent pools from the side of the lava flow where the menehune’s had built shrines in the far distant past, I saw my future as formless, possibilities endless…





BEHIND THE WAVE
Back of the Wave - Under Water
Flying through barrels of surging, tropical waters, rainbows of color dancing in the sunlight, under, on, behind the foam ball, pure adrenaline, real surf.







INK OIL RESIN & FIBERGLASS
Glass is cut/laid, resin poured, pigment added, pour, squeegee, paint, more color, always more color, no foam but wood, the colors lay on top, swirl, run, mingle, creating retina symphony.














PHOTO COLLAGES
Long flights, sun baked, secret breaks, camera rolling, film burning, insane sequence after insane sequence. Color, black/white stills all tell the story. Friends, waves, warriors, panthers, hero’s, anti-hero’s, sun bleached, sun bronzed, body sculpted, muscles pulsating. Fast as shudder speed the story unfolds and it’s gone, unless caught forever in the magic of the story.







STAINED PHOTOS
Long flights, sun baked, secret breaks, camera rolling, film burning, insane sequence after insane sequence. Color, black/white stills all tell the story. Friends, waves, warriors, panthers, hero’s, anti-hero’s, sun bleached, sun bronzed, body sculpted, muscles pulsating. Fast as shudder speed the story unfolds and it’s gone, unless caught forever in the magic of the story.
Lose your mind, hidden, frustrating, mysterious visions appear.
































RESIN PAINTINGS
Hot batch, smoking, resin, ice cubes, crackles, movement slows and the character of the piece starts to individualize, jell, coagulate, crystallize. Saturation of color, beauty, translucence, opacity, all there radiating before me.
In The Beginning…
I started shaping surfboards when I was a teenager, It was a magical experience to create a functional piece sculpture out of foam, fiberglass, resin and pigment, that would test my physical skills in the most challenging tube riding conditions at the Pipeline.
I Painted The Universe…
Pouring pigment saturated resin on fiberglass draped over the shaped foam blank was a marriage between precise control and a complete abandonment of rules. In that crack between those driving forces the mind opens to the void.
Empty Bowl Of Radiance…
Full Of Universe And Star…












BLOOD WATER
I was a teenager when I made my first trip to the North Shore of Oahu to surf and saw the rich red earth that was so filled with life you could just imagine a soft humming vibration when you held its moist richness, it permeated everything with a soft layer of red dust and its nutrient rich content made the island a tropical paradise of abundant exotic vegetation. It made sense that all indigenous people blessed the earth and gave thanks for her bounty.
When the tropical rains turned into torrential downpours and the rivers filled with the deep red dirt and looked like the veins of the earth gushing with life giving blood flowing towards the ocean where it would erode everything in its path till it reached the sea.
One of the great blessing of my young life, when there was only a handful of other surfers on the North Shore and the surf was closed out everywhere, I’d hitch hike to Waimea and sit on the lava boulders watching the huge, thunderous, mountains of water come peeling into the Bay, the experience was electrifying, I was completely mesmerized by the power and the beauty of these ridable giants, at the time, the gold standard of Big wave riding. and the blood red river water was rushing into the break from the recent downpour, it was a natural dance that had taken place since the beginning of time, and I felt truly in tune with the magic of the universe, life’s cosmic dance.






RESIN COLLAGES





OIL PAINTINGS





QUEENS SURF



