Heading Home

10x8 Oil

In my early twenties, after having set out into the world to fend for myself in the Wild West of Southern California, I suffered from crushing bouts of anxiety, which was never more pronounced than at dusk. Dusk to me said, at that time: night is coming, bad dreams, boogiemen and impending doom. Growing up in the idyllic world of the Hawaiian Islands, I was ill equipped for the shock of the likes of Hollywood.

But I loved what I was doing there -- music. And it was music and a few good friends that saved me. Over time I dealt with my fears, and slowly overcame them, and eventually grew to love the quieting peace of days end.

Now, dusk and sunrise are my favorite times of day. The light can be so stunningly magnificent that it almost make you cry. Dusk says to me now: night is coming, rest and rejuvenation ... and dreams of all the exciting possibilities that you could ever wish to chase.

This painting is one of my favorites ... it's me in that car, heading home to share those dreams with all those who love me.