Glamis Dunes
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...
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.
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...
Mother Tree was a one evening project that almost painted itself, and knew immediately when it was d...
Perched at the most southern end of San Diego, with the view of the Silver Strand and Tijuana to the...
Say what you want about California, about the overabundance of liberals, about a corrupt and bankrup...