Oil on linen – The city, like a garment, wears the beauty of the morning
A border fantasy of branch and flower, 2023, 0, 60 × 48
Chase the glowing hours with flying feet, 2023, 0, 36 × 24
How sofly sinks that trembling sun, 2023, 0, 72 × 96
I heard the sparrows in the gutters, 2023, 0, 54 × 54
I remember a slice of pear and a bitten macaroon, 2023, 0, 40 × 60
I shall wear white flannel trousers and walk upon the beach, 2023, 0, 32 × 48
I stood and watched till all was tranquil as a dreamless sleep, 2023, 0, 48 × 32
If all the green of spring was blue, and it is, 2023, 0, 48 × 48
News that nature told with tender majesty, 2023, 0, 54 × 54
Such wisdom in the agitated motions of the wind, 2023, 0, 48 × 32
The city, like a garment, wears the beauty of the morning, 2023, 0, 40 × 40
The fog robs its back upon the window panes, 2023, 0, 24 × 36
The sun and fog contested the government of day, 2023, 0, 60 × 72
There is poetry in the streets of graffiti, mellow lights and yellowed walls, 2023, 0, 40 × 80
Waiting for a knock and the turning of a lock, 2023, 0, 36 × 36
We must be up to call the world and dress the sleepy day, 2023, 0, 54 × 60
A raindrop and a stem of hold the tiny gem, 2023, 0, 60 × 54
Clouds bloom the soft dying day and touch the street with rosy hue, 2023, 0, 40 × 40
Flutter in the breeze as they please, 2023, 0, 54 × 60
Light between shutters and a sparrow in the sound of the gutters, 2023, 0, 48 × 72
Silent plains in the earliest dawn, 2023, 0, 48 × 60
Steps cannot disturb the flower of silence, 2023, 0, 40 × 80
The rivers lean to see, 2023, 0, 48 × 60
The west wind whispered and touched the eyelids of spring, 2023, 0, 60 × 54
They glide like dancers in the wide hall, 2023, 0, 30 × 72