Artist's Statement: This series of paintings of the odd, the curious, and the strange, shows items I came across in two curiosity shops in an historic district in Tampa, Florida. The elf is a weird, ambiguous creature –– sometimes, on the side of the general good, as at the North Pole or in The Lord Of The Rings; often, as in much folklore, a devious character, intent on harming or at least confusing humans. The elf in this painting reflects both possibilities. Dressed in pin
Artist's Statement: In Shakespeare’s tragedy of Hamlet, the young prince confronts death, its causes, consequences , and meanings several times. On one very well known and eerie occasion – in a graveyard – Hamlet comes across the skull of a friend – Yorick. The questions Hamlet asks there are always current. So I decided to paint a modern Hamlet in modern garb but – reflective of the old questions – still holding the skull of Yorick. Oil on Canvas 31.5 x 33.5 in Alas, poor
Artist's Statement: Liza is the daughter of close friends of mine. My husband and I have watched her grow up into an extremely intelligent, strong, determined yet fun-loving young woman. She travels, spends time with family and friends and loves life. She is a great model. I always get a unique, exciting and interesting take on life from her poses. She is a person who looks you in the eye and does not back down, but will end with laughing wholeheartedly and giving you a wink.
New Release! As an interlude, below is one of my most recent works, finished just last week – a pelican I saw on a pre-Covid visit to Tampa, Florida Aquarium. As I was staring at the pelican, behind glass, thinking of its beauty and captivity, I found the pelican staring back at me. Oil on Belgian Linen 30 x 24 in What, wouldst thou have me turn pelican, and feed thee out of my own vitals? William Congreve Love for Love, Act II, Scene 1 He wondered why the pelican was the sym
Artist's Statement: Oil on Belgian Linen 24 x 30 in Time is more complex near the sea than in any other place, for in addition to the circling of the sun and the turning of the seasons, the waves beat out the passage of time on the rocks and the tides rise and fall as a great clepsydra [water clock]. John Steinbeck Tortilla Flat A fragrant breeze wandered up from the quiet sea, trailed along the beach, and drifted back to the sea again, wondering where to go next. On a mad im
Oil on Canvas 30 x 20 in I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it - but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning how to sail my ship. Louisa May Alcott “I can't control the wind but I can adjust the sail.” Ricky Skaggs (singer, songwriter) Art as a