Morning at the Mirror
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...

Orchid didn't turn out exactly as I visualized it, but was an extremely meditative piece, like counting the grains of sand in a jar. Once I got over the tediousness, the steady, careful shapes of the variegation in the petals seemed to come alive on their own.
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...
I wanted to break away from greens one day and just wanted to paint a strong high chroma complimenta...
We live in a throw-away world, one we are leaving for our children and grandchildren to inherit. The...
Humans have always tried to make sense of the random firing of synapses that occurs when we sleep an...