My ongoing collection of small forest paintings. I am not taking the mornings for granted.
Drawn to Dark, you antiflame. Vibrations will not stop, still it turns. Threaded and lost in the eddy of fear. My bleeding gums shine bright.
A meditation cloaked in winter.
The title sounds like I am putting down some nice lady but I don’t know any Dawns!
Another autumnal painting inspired by North Idaho. The leaves have pretty much all fallen now. I was meaning to do more fall imagery, maybe I will do some larger ones as the seasons change.
A glimmering little echo of the morning.
Vashon Center for the Arts
Last night was the show opening! I could not attend as I am back in Idaho but the gallery sent photographs. (Photos courtesy of Lynann Politte)
This is a 20″x20″ acrylic painting. I did a few months ago and added it to the scrap heap of misfit paintings. I pulled it out the other day and find I like it a bit better now.