Fire and Ice
I’ll be the first to admit, I often paint from photographs. Not all of us can hire models or t...

Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, patient preparations so they are ready to take on the day.
Unless you really have to get in there. Then it's quite painful, the choice between the wrath of a woman or bladder damage.
What fascinated me about this composition was the contrast between the neutrals of a morning lit bathroom and the fiery mane of red hair, offset by the delicate tendrils of the lace top and the way it all worked together. A bit of meditation of my own.
I’ll be the first to admit, I often paint from photographs. Not all of us can hire models or t...
I am far too technical most times, everything must be planned and there has to be an end goal. Reten...
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...