Crows stand out against the grays and browns of winter. It dipped to 15 below the morning I painted this and I was trying to get that barren wintry brrrr feeling crowsw.jpgActions
A dream, myself on a snowy freeway, no car and the rest of the cars frozen, barefoot and without my drivers license or credit card. I keep saying that over and over as I pointed out my huge cold dilemma. dreamw.jpgActions
This is a model I painted at our Studio's open fine drawing sessions on Wednesday night. nude drawing.jpgActions
Every Valentine's Day I come up with a valentine painting. This is for 2008. valentinew.jpgActions
Actually this is not MOMA, but the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC. I had the chance to travel there in the middle of January and visit both places. The art was so spectacular I thought I could lose my mind. This painting was published in April 08 Palette Magazine MOMA.jpgActions
Growing up In Warren PA, is a home with a Dad who played piano by "ear". We sang around the piano with gusto. Load of fun and happiness Group sing.jpgActions
I met a family in Hope Mn when I was a very young public Health Nurse. I'll never forget their hope for his recovery to get back to farming. Lots of love there. hope and love.jpgActions
Red ribbons and Pink persimmons. Part of a poem that will be represented at the Hudson Hospital in Sept. Red Ribbons.jpgActions
You really don't want to know. But I have changed the title to a more palatable title, Soft Metal. abstract colscope.jpgActions
This is one of my favorite paintings of all time. Don't ask me why. I love bikes bike abstract.jpgActions
This is part of a Wendell Berry poem that is representing the peace one yields from being in the moment in nature. Alla Eckhart Tolle. SOLD In Nature, the Now.jpgActions
It was snowing outside but inside we had purple and white tulips! The Thursday talented group of painters having a luscious time. SOLD Purple and white Tulips.jpgActions
This is definitely one of my favorites. It's not for sale because I can't part with it. Book club member.jpgActions
A Memory painting. The front hall in the home I grew up in in Warren PA. I am represented twice here. In the playroom staight ahead listening to my father and as a child sitting on the top stair. hallway 412.jpgActions
A memory painting, the library at 412 Third. I'm playing the piano with my sister, mother and Dad listening. I don't think this ever happened but it is fun anyway library 412.jpgActions