What is love? It is how the sea seems to unfailingly kiss the shore forever. Love is the way the Sea sometimes seems to caress the shore sweet and soft, but then at other times it ravishes the shore with passion and vigor. Have you ever seen a love as grand as the love shown […]
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Where Sea meets Shore Leave a comment
perception of the reception on an invitation Leave a comment
“perception of the reception on an invitation” That is the title of this very fluid and expressive painting. You can get prints of this painting HERE.
The time she wore red 1 comment
A lovely new painting for you all to feast your eyeballs on. I call this one “The time she wore red.” When I originally started on this painting I had a completely different visual in mind than what I ended up with. It wasn’t that the painting took me off in different directions as sometimes […]
Stephanie removes her yellow panties Leave a comment
Title = Stephanie removes her yellow panties This painting is 12″ wide x 16″ high on stretched canvas. You can get prints of Stephanie removes her yellow panties HERE. I sometimes wish I had been born in the late 1800’s. so I could have been part of the original expressionist movement. The majority of my […]
Red erotic fantasy sizzle Leave a comment
So I made a new sexy sizzle. I used my amazing title abilities to come up with “Red erotic fantasy sizzle.” Yes, I was making fun of how I title things. This was almost called “untitled sizzle 12102013,” but I decided to get a bit wild. Anyways… I made it starting from an original small […]
Star Songs Leave a comment
When I started on this painting I was going with a daydream. It was of being a wolf. I was running through the hills and listening to the howls of my love. She was running too. Both of us ran through forests and valleys, up hills and over streams with the moonlight shining on everything. […]
In The Daisies Leave a comment
There are moments in time we often think back on and find beauty in them. There are also moments in time we missed out on, but know should have existed because others got to experience them. We pine for such moments. We dream of them. Doesn’t matter if it is a memory or a fantasy… […]
