Mother Tree
Mother Tree was a one evening project that almost painted itself, and knew immediately when it was d...

Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching them teeter left and right on the training wheels until the day comes they declare they are a Big Kid now and demand you get out the wrenches and remove them.
I like First Bike because it was one of my first experiments with salt as a texturing device in wet watercolor, and the way it captures this shady spot on a hot summer afternoon.
Mother Tree was a one evening project that almost painted itself, and knew immediately when it was d...
There is nothing like this feeling. The wind in your face, the weight of your ride held high over yo...
"Show Me the Way" is a painting I’ve had in my head for a very long time. Surfing is...
In 1995, a car accident left Pascale Honore paraplegic. She would watch her son and his friends surf...