When I was twelve my father took me to see the Steven Spielberg film, Jaws. We sat in the center of an old ornate theater where the screen seemed taller than any building in downtown.
When the opportunity to work as an artist in residence for Mojave National Preserve presented itself I jumped at the chance. I knew immediately what I wanted to do. With my affinity for the night and the outdoors it had to be “Mojave Moonlight.”