Oil on linen – The first grey of the morning filled the east
A boarder fantasy of branches and flowers, 2019, 0, 30 × 30
Dreams browse on from the shores of oval oceans, 2019, 0, 80 × 70
How softly sinks that trembling sun, 2019, 0, 48 × 48
I would roam and play with the mermaids, 2019, 0, 60 × 48
It were folly fair dame, 2019, 0, 60 × 60
Like red threads loosened from the sky, 2019, 0, 36 × 30
Muddy feet that press to early coffee stands, 2019, 0, 60 × 60
Noise of songs and clapping hands, 2019, 0, 24 × 24
Outside the window, leaning in, branches of a wisteria grin, 2019, 0, 54 × 54
The clouded forms of long past history, 2019, 0, 54 × 60
The first grey of the morning filled the east, 2019, 0, 60 × 48
The fog rubs its back upon the window panes, 2019, 0, 30 × 30
The little things in life were the big things, 2019, 0, 60 × 72
The showers beat on broken blinds, 2019, 0, 24 × 36
The sky tirelessly sewing, drops her purple hem, 2019, 0, 60 × 72
The sleepy rythm of a hundred hours, 2019, 0, 48 × 48
Waiting for a knock upon the door, 2019, 0, 24 × 24
Your cup is rubby rimmed, 2019, 0, 60 × 72