Vortex
A breaking wave holds almost more beauty beneath than from above. The chaos and power that brings a ...

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.
A breaking wave holds almost more beauty beneath than from above. The chaos and power that brings a ...
Mother Tree was a one evening project that almost painted itself, and knew immediately when it was d...
I still have to work a job these days to keep a roof over my head, lights on, obtain food for the ba...
Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, ...