Sunrise Palms
Several years ago I was near poverty, struggling to fetch out a living in a southern Oregon town, li...

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.
Several years ago I was near poverty, struggling to fetch out a living in a southern Oregon town, li...
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...
John Pitre was one of my earliest art influences. Before the internet, we already knew of the depers...
Say what you want about California, about the overabundance of liberals, about a corrupt and bankrup...