Through the Surfing Glass
Modern photography has enabled us to see the mother ocean and the children of the tides who play in ...

A friend posted this on Facebook and I told her, "I simply must paint this." So I did.
There are times when light and nature and the very air weaving through it take one's breath away. A waif of a girl, wending her way carefully through a meadow, searching . . . for what? It can only be magic, and the creator of all magic in woody houses are fairies.
Another friend told me "it looks magical." That is exactly what I felt when I saw and painted it, magic.
Modern photography has enabled us to see the mother ocean and the children of the tides who play in ...
Mother Tree was a one evening project that almost painted itself, and knew immediately when it was d...
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We live in a throw-away world, one we are leaving for our children and grandchildren to inherit. The...