I grew up by the beach but live in the desert, of course I would rather live at the beach, but I don't, so I stopped whining a few years ago. When you first move to the desert your in total physical and mental shock but after you adjust to the dry arid climate, and realize that for the first time in your life your dogs are not being eaten by fleas, you grow to like it much more.
The NV desert is a lot like a beach on steroids- if you poke around and leave the main paths you can find an incredible amount of “floatsom”. Rusty metals of all shapes and sizes, aged weathered wood, beautiful stones polished by blowing sand. It's easy to find inspiration for my artwork in the desert, each time the wind blows something else is revealed.
