My San Diego
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...
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.
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...
I am far too technical most times, everything must be planned and there has to be an end goal. Reten...
The Plumerias were glorious these year, one of them with bright pink flowers and warm yellow hearts,...
Something about this painting makes me happy, I hope it does you as well....