I woke up in the middle of the night feeling black birds in my hair. The noise of flapping wings and movement felt so real... I tried to ...

This is the last painting in a series that I envisioned in my mind. It might be my favorite one because of the atmosphere and textures t...

I think I lost my written word. Many thoughts in my head, but they are not flowing to my fingertips. Color and layers and texture a...

I used to put words in every painting I made. It never seemed to be finished without some written story, or thought. I still love that, b...

I'm still in brownish, muted tones. Trying to play with darks and lights. For some reason that intrigues me and I am trying to push m...

Many months ago I came to the conclusion that I don't need any more paint unless I use up some of my favorite colors. It really isn...