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Woman of North Africa
Watercolor
The intensity of her gaze was my motivation for this painting. Her eyes both speak and question. I am a woman of North Africa a nomad of the desert. I wear my wealth, gold coins, on my garment. And now, who are you? That is the question her eyes ask...
The intensity of her gaze was my motivation for this painting. Her eyes both speak and question. I am a woman of North Africa a nomad of the desert. I wear my wealth, gold coins, on my garment. And now, who are you? That is the question her eyes ask...
Indigo King
Paper Collage
I created this picture using bits of paper. I wanted to portray the majesty of this king. He stands distant from the earth, which hangs in his indigo sky. His hand raised, fingers reaching up, beseeching the marbled globe that had refused this sepia king.
That, is the story I wanted to tell with this collage.
I created this picture using bits of paper. I wanted to portray the majesty of this king. He stands distant from the earth, which hangs in his indigo sky. His hand raised, fingers reaching up, beseeching the marbled globe that had refused this sepia king.
That, is the story I wanted to tell with this collage.
Sitting Tiger
Colored pencil on paper
One Saturday afternoon, I sat with a bag of colored pencils. There were greens, browns, tans...Colors that speak to me of lush green jungles and animals! And this was the perfect subject, a tiger amidst a grove of bamboo. It took many layers of color and extreme detail to create this picture. You decide, is the tiger
resting or waiting?
One Saturday afternoon, I sat with a bag of colored pencils. There were greens, browns, tans...Colors that speak to me of lush green jungles and animals! And this was the perfect subject, a tiger amidst a grove of bamboo. It took many layers of color and extreme detail to create this picture. You decide, is the tiger
resting or waiting?
Harbor Sunset
Watercolor
In this painting I depict, the quiet calm of the evening. In the harbor boats bob gently on the water as the sun descends into the horizon.
In this painting I depict, the quiet calm of the evening. In the harbor boats bob gently on the water as the sun descends into the horizon.
Downtown
Pencil sketch
A photo I saw, of an old mid western town was the motivation of this sketch. My pencil had to do everything! Create "color". Put in the details, like each individual brick on the buildings. Using pencil, I could express the old fashioned feel of the photo.
A photo I saw, of an old mid western town was the motivation of this sketch. My pencil had to do everything! Create "color". Put in the details, like each individual brick on the buildings. Using pencil, I could express the old fashioned feel of the photo.
Birch Tree Forest
Watercolor
Sometimes, I get lost in my paintings. There are moments when I am in the place that I am painting. It was as if "I" was walking amongst these birch trees, the tall grass bristling against my legs. The autumn air is crisp and fresh. I want the viewer to feel in my painting what I felt while creating it.
Sometimes, I get lost in my paintings. There are moments when I am in the place that I am painting. It was as if "I" was walking amongst these birch trees, the tall grass bristling against my legs. The autumn air is crisp and fresh. I want the viewer to feel in my painting what I felt while creating it.
Woman With A Stick
Watercolor and Pastel
The two things that I want to project in this painting are the woman and the stick. Both have a story to tell. For the woman it is a story of life that is etched on her face, telling of life's ups and downs, ins and outs. Hers is a life that has yielded to all that has been presented to her and has not been broken. The stick contrasts her story. It is rigid, sturdy, unbending and breakable.
The two things that I want to project in this painting are the woman and the stick. Both have a story to tell. For the woman it is a story of life that is etched on her face, telling of life's ups and downs, ins and outs. Hers is a life that has yielded to all that has been presented to her and has not been broken. The stick contrasts her story. It is rigid, sturdy, unbending and breakable.
Lady With The Golden Earrings
Watercolor
A dreamy faraway look, golden earrings and turquoise background are the elements I wanted to portray in this painting.
A dreamy faraway look, golden earrings and turquoise background are the elements I wanted to portray in this painting.
Pink Flowers Green Leaves
Watercolor Paint and Markers
Textures colors and life are what's in this painting. They're ribbed and smooth leaves, pinks, greens and black. The dew glistens on the leaves and a little black bug moves slowly on a leaf, almost unseen. A life you might miss if you were in a hurry!
Textures colors and life are what's in this painting. They're ribbed and smooth leaves, pinks, greens and black. The dew glistens on the leaves and a little black bug moves slowly on a leaf, almost unseen. A life you might miss if you were in a hurry!
Golden Hummingbird
Watercolor paint and markers
Have you ever seen a hummingbird deep in the center of a flower? On a golden fall day, when it is almost evening? The last drops of nectar before the night...
I tried to use as much detail as I could in this painting to make it as vibrant as the bird!
Have you ever seen a hummingbird deep in the center of a flower? On a golden fall day, when it is almost evening? The last drops of nectar before the night...
I tried to use as much detail as I could in this painting to make it as vibrant as the bird!
Tear Of A Soldier
Pastel
This is one of my most moving pieces. In his eyes you can see the depth of his thoughts. I chose to create this picture in pastel because it gives a tactile realism to the paper. I wanted us all to be able to "touch" and feel, this soldiers sorrow.
This is one of my most moving pieces. In his eyes you can see the depth of his thoughts. I chose to create this picture in pastel because it gives a tactile realism to the paper. I wanted us all to be able to "touch" and feel, this soldiers sorrow.
Woman With The Purple Scarf
Pastel and watercolor marker
She is humming a quiet song, not to be heard by the ears of man. She is praising God in a language He alone shall understand.
She is humming a quiet song, not to be heard by the ears of man. She is praising God in a language He alone shall understand.
Verdant Hummingbird
Watercolor
I wanted to show in this painting the excitement of movement and the drama of colors surrounding this hovering bird! It's wings beating thousands of times per second, so fast, you can see the swishing outline of where his wings have moved!
I wanted to show in this painting the excitement of movement and the drama of colors surrounding this hovering bird! It's wings beating thousands of times per second, so fast, you can see the swishing outline of where his wings have moved!
Columbine Flower
Watercolor
While in college, my son took a photograph of this flower of North Carolina. It was the strangest flower I’d ever seen! Alien and yet strangely beautiful, as if it had blown to earth on some cosmic wind, far from a distant planet! I just had to paint it, capturing its image as it had captured my imagination!
While in college, my son took a photograph of this flower of North Carolina. It was the strangest flower I’d ever seen! Alien and yet strangely beautiful, as if it had blown to earth on some cosmic wind, far from a distant planet! I just had to paint it, capturing its image as it had captured my imagination!
Tear of Repentance
Acrylic Paint on Paper
Johnny’s Story
One day, God asked the angels, if there be one that would go to earth, in search of its most precious and perfect thing. The angel however could not return to heaven, until he had found, "that thing". there was only one angel who said, I'll go Lord". The angel came down, and went into the bowels of the earth, taking from it a large diamond. Surely this, he thought, was all that was precious and perfect in earth. But as he flew into the sky, the light of the day, shone on the diamond and he saw that it had a fracture. It was not perfect enough. Then he went to the treasure of Fort Knox, taking a gold bar with him. Surely, he reasoned, this will be precious and perfect. but the sun, shone on the golden bar and illuminated it's imperfections and the angel knew this would not be acceptable. He began to realize, that the things that he thought were precious and perfect, were not. Unable to return to heaven, the angel wandered the earth. One day, he was passing by south central Los Angeles. He stopped, because he heard a strange sound. There in a park, sitting alone on a bench was a young man. The little angel drew closer to listen. What he heard amazed him! The young man, head bowed, tears streaming from his eyes, spoke to the Lord, asking Him to forgive him and to save him. He had been involved in gangs, and feared for his life. He was tired of the life he had been living and wanted a new change. The angel stretched out his arm, captured a tear in his hand and ascended back to heaven. Taking with him, the most precious and perfect thing on earth. The tear of a repenting sinner...
Johnny was a young man preaching the gospel when I met him speaking at a church I was attending. He was a dynamic and very eloquent speaker versed it seemed, well beyond his years. It was after one of his sermons where he told this story, that I set about to create Tear of Repentance. Johnny was as moved by my painting as I had been by his sermon. We shared a sort of kinship that arose from the painting. I moved from that church and would run into Johnny several times by chance, over the years. At some point he and his family moved to Texas and I got a call from him thanking me for replacing his Tear of Repentance picture, which had somehow gotten lost in their moving. His wife had called me first, unbeknownst to him, asking if I could send another that she planned to surprise him with as a gift. Over the years, I talked to Johnny, several times. The subjects we talked about were family, God, "the story" and the painting. Not many years later from our last conversation, he died suddenly and unexpectedly of a heart attack not yet forty. Like that tear of repentance in his story, Johnny, precious and perfect to God, returned unto Him.
Johnny’s Story
One day, God asked the angels, if there be one that would go to earth, in search of its most precious and perfect thing. The angel however could not return to heaven, until he had found, "that thing". there was only one angel who said, I'll go Lord". The angel came down, and went into the bowels of the earth, taking from it a large diamond. Surely this, he thought, was all that was precious and perfect in earth. But as he flew into the sky, the light of the day, shone on the diamond and he saw that it had a fracture. It was not perfect enough. Then he went to the treasure of Fort Knox, taking a gold bar with him. Surely, he reasoned, this will be precious and perfect. but the sun, shone on the golden bar and illuminated it's imperfections and the angel knew this would not be acceptable. He began to realize, that the things that he thought were precious and perfect, were not. Unable to return to heaven, the angel wandered the earth. One day, he was passing by south central Los Angeles. He stopped, because he heard a strange sound. There in a park, sitting alone on a bench was a young man. The little angel drew closer to listen. What he heard amazed him! The young man, head bowed, tears streaming from his eyes, spoke to the Lord, asking Him to forgive him and to save him. He had been involved in gangs, and feared for his life. He was tired of the life he had been living and wanted a new change. The angel stretched out his arm, captured a tear in his hand and ascended back to heaven. Taking with him, the most precious and perfect thing on earth. The tear of a repenting sinner...
Johnny was a young man preaching the gospel when I met him speaking at a church I was attending. He was a dynamic and very eloquent speaker versed it seemed, well beyond his years. It was after one of his sermons where he told this story, that I set about to create Tear of Repentance. Johnny was as moved by my painting as I had been by his sermon. We shared a sort of kinship that arose from the painting. I moved from that church and would run into Johnny several times by chance, over the years. At some point he and his family moved to Texas and I got a call from him thanking me for replacing his Tear of Repentance picture, which had somehow gotten lost in their moving. His wife had called me first, unbeknownst to him, asking if I could send another that she planned to surprise him with as a gift. Over the years, I talked to Johnny, several times. The subjects we talked about were family, God, "the story" and the painting. Not many years later from our last conversation, he died suddenly and unexpectedly of a heart attack not yet forty. Like that tear of repentance in his story, Johnny, precious and perfect to God, returned unto Him.
Blue Madonna
Watercolor Markers
It was during a December that I created this picture, Mother and child. I wanted to capture in this image the serenity of the moment. I was thinking about the magnitude of a birth that changed men and the world forever. This was the image in my mind's eye, of Mary and her baby Jesus.
It was during a December that I created this picture, Mother and child. I wanted to capture in this image the serenity of the moment. I was thinking about the magnitude of a birth that changed men and the world forever. This was the image in my mind's eye, of Mary and her baby Jesus.
Batik Madonna
Watercolor
I combined a lot of different influences here. The golden halo and sublime expression on the child are reminiscent of the iconic, old world images I saw in the cathedras and museums, during my travels throughout Europe. I wanted Mary to have a pensive and cautious expression, clutching her child tightly. "Mary, did you know?" was the sentiment I wanted the viewer to feel. The Batik background was my interpretation of stained glass.
I combined a lot of different influences here. The golden halo and sublime expression on the child are reminiscent of the iconic, old world images I saw in the cathedras and museums, during my travels throughout Europe. I wanted Mary to have a pensive and cautious expression, clutching her child tightly. "Mary, did you know?" was the sentiment I wanted the viewer to feel. The Batik background was my interpretation of stained glass.
A New Life
Watercolor
Here is the sweetness of a newborn baby and the joy of a new mother!
Here is the sweetness of a newborn baby and the joy of a new mother!
A Mist In The Morning
Watercolor paint and marker
This was my first attempt at painting mist. Thankfully I was successful! The mist hanging like a delicate veil over a herd of cattle gathered to drink from the water.
This was my first attempt at painting mist. Thankfully I was successful! The mist hanging like a delicate veil over a herd of cattle gathered to drink from the water.
A Walk In Kenya
Watercolor
It is a golden evening, people walking slowly with no place to go in a hurry. There is a small group, sitting by the roadside, looking down at the bubbling brook of water down below. This was my leisurely adventure to a faraway place. I am transported there through paint, image and imagination.
It is a golden evening, people walking slowly with no place to go in a hurry. There is a small group, sitting by the roadside, looking down at the bubbling brook of water down below. This was my leisurely adventure to a faraway place. I am transported there through paint, image and imagination.
Green Branches And Flowers
Pastel
It is dawn and the dew clings to the branches, until the wind snatches it away, scattering it to the ground below there it waits patiently upon the earth until the cool of night. When it will again climb up and cling on the branches to wait for another day.
It is dawn and the dew clings to the branches, until the wind snatches it away, scattering it to the ground below there it waits patiently upon the earth until the cool of night. When it will again climb up and cling on the branches to wait for another day.
A Face In The Forest
Watercolor and Graphite Pencil
His face has been patiently marked with kohl mimicking the shadow of tree limbs. Blending into his surroundings he moves like a silent shadow under the canopy of trees.
His face has been patiently marked with kohl mimicking the shadow of tree limbs. Blending into his surroundings he moves like a silent shadow under the canopy of trees.
Egyptian Prince
Pastel
In this work I see the faces of my brothers, cousins, nephews. From antiquity the faces have not changed, only the times…
In this work I see the faces of my brothers, cousins, nephews. From antiquity the faces have not changed, only the times…
Egyptian Princess
Pastel
Have you seen this woman?, she was on the walls of the pyramids, she is in the smile of my sister, the glance of a daughter, she still walks with grace and poise and sass and verve!
Have you seen this woman?, she was on the walls of the pyramids, she is in the smile of my sister, the glance of a daughter, she still walks with grace and poise and sass and verve!
Flowers In The Wind
Colored Pencil
In this color sketch I wanted to express movement. The unseen wind pulls at her dress, caresses her hair and snatches away the flowers.
In this color sketch I wanted to express movement. The unseen wind pulls at her dress, caresses her hair and snatches away the flowers.
Mother and Child
Watercolor Markers
Using simple patterns, and colors I wanted to show the simplicity of this bond of love.
Using simple patterns, and colors I wanted to show the simplicity of this bond of love.
Braids And Bows
Paper Collage
Created from memories, this is how little girls looked when I was growing up, after mom got finished working the “kitchen and basement” areas of our hair. Wrestling, combing and twisting it into nice and neat braids!
Created from memories, this is how little girls looked when I was growing up, after mom got finished working the “kitchen and basement” areas of our hair. Wrestling, combing and twisting it into nice and neat braids!
A Hug Forever
Colored Pencil
I wanted to say in this image, that the arms of a mother's love will always embrace her child.
I wanted to say in this image, that the arms of a mother's love will always embrace her child.
Little Ballerina
Watercolor
I did not want her to be tall and thin. I wanted her to represent the possibility of challenge. Even though I am not what “you” think I “should” be. I am who “I” want to be!
I did not want her to be tall and thin. I wanted her to represent the possibility of challenge. Even though I am not what “you” think I “should” be. I am who “I” want to be!
A Little Girl and Her Dog
Watercolor
A little black and white photograph and caption in the newspaper is where I saw this sweet girl holding her dog. I got out my paint brushes and brought her to life in color on a sheet of water color paper!
A little black and white photograph and caption in the newspaper is where I saw this sweet girl holding her dog. I got out my paint brushes and brought her to life in color on a sheet of water color paper!
Secrets
Colored Pencil
I began, years ago to experiment with different perspectives. From this point of view, hovering overhead, you are drawn closer into the picture. In this scene the boy on the left acting as coach, is giving fighting tactics. The boy on the right is telling the secrets that will lead to the fight. And of course the boy in the center is the one who will win or lose!
I began, years ago to experiment with different perspectives. From this point of view, hovering overhead, you are drawn closer into the picture. In this scene the boy on the left acting as coach, is giving fighting tactics. The boy on the right is telling the secrets that will lead to the fight. And of course the boy in the center is the one who will win or lose!
Jazz Trio
Paper Collage
Made of cut and torn pieces of papers with patterns, colors and textures. Like a puzzle, the image first comes together in my head. Then with my hands, I bring the picture to life piece by piece!
Made of cut and torn pieces of papers with patterns, colors and textures. Like a puzzle, the image first comes together in my head. Then with my hands, I bring the picture to life piece by piece!