I set out to do a spacey painting. My inspiration came from the sunray pattern my friend Mike was creating on a canvas next to me and a bouquet bought for me. Some days it really seems like the beauty around you wraps around your limbs and forces you to pay attention.

Making paintings to cover up the blemishes on the walls in the old house. I enjoy layering. I’m not sure this one is completely done yet. Might add more.

Meranda’s birthday present. I think everyone should have some stylized dahlias in their dwellings.

Happy Birthday to you, my sister. All I have to give to others are my thoughts and feelings. Our family dinner isn’t going to be for a week from what I’ve heard, so I thought better say “happy birthday” more early than late, than shuffled in the middle with the throng of well-wishers. I wish…

I’m still reeling from Inception. The movie echoes themes I’ve been exploring in books and at night, dreams, identity and reality and creating a world. Rippling from the strange deja vu, I keep singing to myself Jason Webley lyrics, “I’m not your lover. I’m just a map you use to find her.” Here’s what the inside…

As a product of my Art Nouveau readings and a lovely canoe trip through the arboretum… Much better in person.