It Begins With Us
It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...
A friend posted this on Facebook and I told her, "I simply must paint this." So I did.
There are times when light and nature and the very air weaving through it take one's breath away. A waif of a girl, wending her way carefully through a meadow, searching . . . for what? It can only be magic, and the creator of all magic in woody houses are fairies.
Another friend told me "it looks magical." That is exactly what I felt when I saw and painted it, magic.
It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...
Point Loma is not really a landscape painting, at least, that’s not how I intended it. It...
Several years ago I was near poverty, struggling to fetch out a living in a southern Oregon town, li...
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...