Hummingbird
Do you believe in fairies? Neither do I. But if I did, their earthly forms would be hummingbirds. We...

This is an untitled piece I never liked that much, but several people have told me what they like about it - the subtle way the golds and greens are reflected across the river, the fine lines in the rocks reminiscent of Pitre, the talk of spring and mist and fog and newness.
Why it has escaped the purging bonfires, and why I keep it, is if you haven't noticed, many of my paintings are completed on New Years Day, year after year. This, I think, is the earliest of those, painted on New Years Day 1993. I'm not sure why I'm always painting on New Years Day but happy that I am.
Do you believe in fairies? Neither do I. But if I did, their earthly forms would be hummingbirds. We...
I am an early riser. Like 4:30 A.M. It gives me time to sip my coffee, lounge around a little before...
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. The...