As a child I grew up in New York, but even so I marveled at the lady bugs and caterpillars that appeared in the Spring,and the effects of the change in seasons. Natures horizon was blocked by tall buildings and concrete. Back then I was hypnotized by sunsets and the shifts of hue and color that was to me a constant source of wonderment.

As an adult I finally saw the rest of the country from a plane, then from a train crossing; Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and California, coming from Miami Beach to Los Angeles. The impact of seeing big western cerulean skies, everchanging mountains and those incredible horizons that go on forever, from the train and then later from the car brought me back to the wonderment I had of nature as a child. How could this not effect my work?