Cleo
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...

I am far too technical most times, everything must be planned and there has to be an end goal. Retentive, perfectionist, legend in my own mind, whatever label you want to hang on it, it's one of the things that restricts me, and too often.
Mirror Lake is nothing special, it's actually quite boring and mediocre, but what is special about it to me: it is one of those times I didn't plan, I didn't have a goal, I just taped down some paper, mixed up some color, and let the watercolor do the talking. No sketch, nothing in mind, wherever it ends up, even if it's the fire pit, I let it happen.
It was scary, intimidating, exhilarating and liberating all at the same time. I need to do it more often.
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...
A moment at one of my favorite beach breaks, Ocean Beach, the Dog Beach end, in San Diego. There are...
Something about this painting makes me happy, I hope it does you as well....
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...