Anything is Possible
In 1995, a car accident left Pascale Honore paraplegic. She would watch her son and his friends surf...

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.
In 1995, a car accident left Pascale Honore paraplegic. She would watch her son and his friends surf...
On a recent travel we were at an AmTrak station with many quaint decorations and brickwork. Almost u...
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...
I’ll be the first to admit, I often paint from photographs. Not all of us can hire models or t...