Someone Else’s Problem
On a recent travel we were at an AmTrak station with many quaint decorations and brickwork. Almost u...
One of the things I love about surfing is just being on the water, letting mother ocean take me up and down the shoreline, watching her inhabitants swim by, and finding that special place that speaks of peace and home and calm. There are no silly dramas or conflicts here, there is only water and life and the feeling of home.
Pondering Atlantis was a painting I came to one day in one of these peaceful moments, sitting cowboy on the board, looking down into the water and wondering how many eons the waves had washed over the sand beneath my feet. How many fish and mammals and plankton had lived and died since we crawled out of the sea . . .
. . . and began destroying as much as we could before the ocean rose to reclaim us.
On a recent travel we were at an AmTrak station with many quaint decorations and brickwork. Almost u...
A friend posted this on Facebook and I told her, "I simply must paint this." So I did. The...
I’ll be the first to admit, I often paint from photographs. Not all of us can hire models or t...
In 1995, a car accident left Pascale Honore paraplegic. She would watch her son and his friends surf...