Journal
Journal
Thoughts on a Composition
The first of three layers is done. For me, laying out the composition is the most difficult part of creating a successful painting. The subject becomes a reference and the...
Thoughts on a Composition
The first of three layers is done. For me, laying out the composition is the most difficult part of creating a successful painting. The subject becomes a reference and the...
More Thoughts on the Painting "Shell Spiral."
This depiction of a broken shell is one of hope and inner beauty. The inside of a seashell is to me, every bit as beautiful as the outer. This shell was found...
More Thoughts on the Painting "Shell Spiral."
This depiction of a broken shell is one of hope and inner beauty. The inside of a seashell is to me, every bit as beautiful as the outer. This shell was found...
My Hometown
Each morning I sit in my father’s old chair and I listen to the birds sing as I watch the sun rise over the Bay. With a cup of coffee,...
My Hometown
Each morning I sit in my father’s old chair and I listen to the birds sing as I watch the sun rise over the Bay. With a cup of coffee,...
Shell Spiral
There is always more to my work than what meets the eye. Like nature and life, messages are often there to inspire and encourage us. What can be viewed as...
Shell Spiral
There is always more to my work than what meets the eye. Like nature and life, messages are often there to inspire and encourage us. What can be viewed as...
A Drive to Pickens
This short story was written in 2011. It is a true story with the exception that the Blue Angels did not fly by that day. As local Pensacolians know, along...
A Drive to Pickens
This short story was written in 2011. It is a true story with the exception that the Blue Angels did not fly by that day. As local Pensacolians know, along...
Cape San Blas, July 2012
Meeting old friends near The Cape, we stay in a beat up cabin nestled in the woods amongst the pines and palmettos. St. Joe Bay is a short walk away. The last...
Cape San Blas, July 2012
Meeting old friends near The Cape, we stay in a beat up cabin nestled in the woods amongst the pines and palmettos. St. Joe Bay is a short walk away. The last...