
Tale as Old as Time
Why do I love painting flowers so much? They say that… Art and love are the same thing; It’s the process of seeing yourself in
Why do I love painting flowers so much? They say that… Art and love are the same thing; It’s the process of seeing yourself in
A couple of years ago, I had one of those dreams you have when you’re half awake. This wasn’t it. I did try to paint
I’m not sure how to begin this story. Do I explain about how I just bought the flowers because they were pretty and on sale?
This is Whiskers. She belongs to my very good friend Sandy, whom I visited back in June during the IAPS convention. She came and sat
The sun begins to slip down toward late afternoon. The firewheels preserve the glow of their infatuation with Sol’s warmth as long as they can:
Winsome, wafting, welcoming–these are all words that come to mind when I see these pink primroses along the sides of the roads in spring. They
I realized that this one had been painted and framed, but never blogged! Story of the Painting Sandy and I have been friends for decades.
(Studio Clean-Out Sale is still going on! Click here) I have friends and collectors who are always on the lookout for scenes they’d like to
THIS PAINTING HAS BEEN UPDATED. CLICK HERE. Story of the painting “Let’s take GrandEst to see Miss Nellie’s Pretty Place”, suggested my son to his
STUDIO SHELTER ALERT: Shelter is maxed out… Artist cannot foster more paintings until these find loving homes. Adoption fees have been drastically reduced! Visit the