Plumies in the Shade
The Plumerias were glorious these year, one of them with bright pink flowers and warm yellow hearts,...
The funny thing about this painting is this was the visualization I had of the first house I owned, a nearly dilapidated post-war house in Grants Pass, Oregon. A mean oak tree had buckled the driveway, lifing it three feet from the ground, and threatened the converted garage foundation, there was nothing but a three step stoop, by the front door, and the door was actually a delaminated mahogany interior door that was thin as paper.
Two years later it looked almost exactly like this, without the driveway slab but with a square step, rail, and porch railing, every brick carefully laid by my own hand.
The Plumerias were glorious these year, one of them with bright pink flowers and warm yellow hearts,...
A friend posted this on Facebook and I told her, "I simply must paint this." So I did. The...
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
On a recent travel we were at an AmTrak station with many quaint decorations and brickwork. Almost u...