Cleo
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...

Point Loma is not really a landscape painting, at least, that's not how I intended it.
It's about a girl discovering a new adventure, squinting into the setting sun, peering into the distance on tippy-toes and wondering where it should take her. The path to the left beckons, and you can see where it leads, the footfalls of former travelers showing you the way . . . . let's go.
Sure it's a long walk back. But you will never know if you don't choose.
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...
In our house a regular occurrence, almost a tradition if you like, are early morning waffles with ou...
A breaking wave holds almost more beauty beneath than from above. The chaos and power that brings a ...
I’ll be the first to admit, I often paint from photographs. Not all of us can hire models or t...