Precious
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...

Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, patient preparations so they are ready to take on the day.
Unless you really have to get in there. Then it's quite painful, the choice between the wrath of a woman or bladder damage.
What fascinated me about this composition was the contrast between the neutrals of a morning lit bathroom and the fiery mane of red hair, offset by the delicate tendrils of the lace top and the way it all worked together. A bit of meditation of my own.
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
We live in a throw-away world, one we are leaving for our children and grandchildren to inherit. The...
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
John Pitre was one of my earliest art influences. Before the internet, we already knew of the depers...