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We live in a throw-away world, one we are leaving for our children and grandchildren to inherit. The...

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.
We live in a throw-away world, one we are leaving for our children and grandchildren to inherit. The...
In 1995, a car accident left Pascale Honore paraplegic. She would watch her son and his friends surf...
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
I wanted to break away from greens one day and just wanted to paint a strong high chroma complimenta...