Journal
Journal
My Greatest Teachers
Who would have thought My greatest teachers would be the frailty of my parents and the strength of my sons? The rejection of family, And closed doors of “friends.”...
My Greatest Teachers
Who would have thought My greatest teachers would be the frailty of my parents and the strength of my sons? The rejection of family, And closed doors of “friends.”...
Daybreak
A metaphor for hope.The line, which divides the wet sand from the dry,The violet from the greenWas a challenge for me to find.After many tries I was satisfied and I...
Daybreak
A metaphor for hope.The line, which divides the wet sand from the dry,The violet from the greenWas a challenge for me to find.After many tries I was satisfied and I...
Thoughts on a Feather
The tiny plant holds the feather tight, the wind off the Gulf blows hard, yet the feather remains tied down, though it is meant to fly. How often we allow...
Thoughts on a Feather
The tiny plant holds the feather tight, the wind off the Gulf blows hard, yet the feather remains tied down, though it is meant to fly. How often we allow...
Shark Eye Shell
Blues and grays, browns, oranges and gold, the “pupil” stares up at me from the center of the shell. There is no blinking. It seems completely aware. It is focused and...
Shark Eye Shell
Blues and grays, browns, oranges and gold, the “pupil” stares up at me from the center of the shell. There is no blinking. It seems completely aware. It is focused and...
Sunlight and Shadow
The older I get, the more deeply I understand how complex life is. Hence the greater need to simplify one’s life, from daily activities and duties, to the thoughts and moments that...
Sunlight and Shadow
The older I get, the more deeply I understand how complex life is. Hence the greater need to simplify one’s life, from daily activities and duties, to the thoughts and moments that...
A Flowering
Be it a shell or a flower, what I choose to paint often becomes more than what one may initially see. In the process of my creation, some sort of reflection of...
A Flowering
Be it a shell or a flower, what I choose to paint often becomes more than what one may initially see. In the process of my creation, some sort of reflection of...