Oil on linen – The fog rubs its back upon the window panes
A cloud's curtain in a far off corner, 2022, 0, 36 × 60
I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, 2022, 0, 40 × 80
Put your shoes at the door and prepare for life, 2022, 0, 60 × 60
The breeze has found you among the trees, 2022, 0, 48 × 72
The midnight moon is weaving, 2022, 0, 36 × 36
Thinking of Whistler's mother, 2022, 0, 60 × 60
Who must be up to dress the sleepy day, 2022, 0, 48 × 48
Why, pretty thing, could you not live with me, 2022, 0, 30 × 36
Woods and fields in endless lights and shades, 2022, 0, 40 × 60
Down silent courts and secret passages, 2022, 0, 36 × 48
For all her blue eyes and her quiet ways, 2022, 0, 24 × 24
I stood still and listened to the rumble of pebbles, 2022, 0, 36 × 48
I will make you a palace of blue days at sea, 2022, 0, 48 × 60
I would roam and play with the mermaids, 2022, 0, 48 × 72
Inhale the different dawn, 2022, 0, 30 × 30
Move in memory as clouds do, 2022, 0, 36 × 24
So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind, 2022, 0, 36 × 36
The early dew rubs its back upon the window panes, 2022, 0, 48 × 72
The fog rubs its back upon the window panes, 2022, 0, 24 × 36
The rose is an estate, 2022, 0, 72 × 48
There are suns beneath my door, 2022, 0, 60 × 48
They glide like dancers into the wide hall, 2022, 0, 60 × 54
Vague earthly vapours progess in secret, 2022, 0, 30 × 30
Vague earthly vapours progress in secret, 2022, 0, 40 × 80
Watch the busy scene of crowded life, 2022, 0, 24 × 24
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea, 2022, 0, 48 × 48
Where the Doges used to wead the sea with rings, 2022, 0, 40 × 60