In another life. I lived on the water and after thirty-seven years in the desert, I have to remember that millions of years ago, water covered everything I can see. Some mounded vegetation reminds me of reef corals and coming up to view distant horizons, the vast breadth of the sea. But it is the sky that finally won me over to living in the high desert. Every day uses a different palette, a different set of brushes and images emerge to delight. What more could a painter ask for?