Mother Tree
Mother Tree was a one evening project that almost painted itself, and knew immediately when it was d...

Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house. Always the hunters, watching the world with their instinctual focused stare, but if they chance to dodge through an open door, they always dart back inside, never wandering far from the food dish.
Mother Tree was a one evening project that almost painted itself, and knew immediately when it was d...
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...
In 1995, a car accident left Pascale Honore paraplegic. She would watch her son and his friends surf...
Do you believe in fairies? Neither do I. But if I did, their earthly forms would be hummingbirds. We...