Love is the water of my life. When it runs dry, when I do not seek or nurture it, I am barren, desolate...
Love is the water of my life. When it runs dry, when I do not seek or nurture it, I am barren, desolate...
I imagine a small remote island with a coral reef being submerged by a giant swell from the ocean. Humans...
The sky is full with the gradual, beautiful, and imperceptible change of blue. Of all the deliciously warm summer days...
I share my thoughts on the photograph Breathe Out This Air at Public Art World: http://www.publicart.world/breathe-out-this-air.html
Every year I publish a new work to celebrate my birthday. I ponder on how humans value the age of...
The Last Rose of Summer ponders on a change of season and those things that touch us closely: https://www.publicart.world/the-last-rose-of-summer.html
I ponder on the nature and value of decorative art, and how flowers are given as gifts. https://publicart.world/flowers-seeds-and-stars.html