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THE NEW WORK
Tall beech trees sway with a lush beauty all along Ireland's west coast--a place which holds my heart and one where I've had some of my best times. With each visit it seems to become an ever more special place.
This artwork is based on a pic I took 15 years ago. At the time a friend and I were bicycling down a quiet road with only the sound of cows in the distance.
Čertovka Canal, Prague
Child in a Field of Magic
Linking the two sides of Prague, this amazing bridge holds a special place in my heart. I’ve visited the city five times and twice I’ve been able to be on the bridge very early in the morning. Alone. Seeing the sun come up from such a place is one of the best experiences of my life, rivaled only by seeing the sun rise from the top of Cheop's Pyramid on my 19th birthday.
This artwork features its beauty with the sun setting on the river Vltava. It’s based on a pic I took on my second visit to Prague in 2009.
Each time I’ve been there, I’ve loved the place even more, but always felt like it was a completely different and new place. So many different sides it has, like the facets of a rare diamond.
The bridge’s construction was originally completed in 1402 by a Holy Roman Emperor--and, like all bridges, for me is a metaphor of union and the future goodness that comes from such things.
He Traveled the World in a Boat Made of Windows
Lotus Desert Rose
These succulent delights that can live out in the harshest climate have always impressed and inspired me.
They symbolize timeless friendship and everlasting love and are believed in some cultures to bring luck.
They have developed the ability to sustain themselves over long periods of time when there is no water by holding it within.
This kind of quiet strength and inner resolve is something I admire and see in the people I most admire.
This variety gets its name from the 19th-century botanical illustrator, Anastasio Echeverría.
Tunnel to the Moon
Inspired by my times in places far away and people only crossed paths with briefly who had a huge impact on my life.
My Father's Place
Lit from Within
This piece is a self portrait that shows me collecting the orbs of joy that regularly fall out of the sky whenever my little kid is anywhere in the vicinity.
She Dreamed of Her Dog
A recent piece, in it I was playing with Klimt's style and some old memories of what it's like to have lost a dog and miss it so much it feels like you'll never be whole again.
It's been over 20 years since I last saw my Boone, but somehow she's still with me.
The Grand Arch
8 months before the Ukraine war tore Russia's people in half, my wife and I celebrated our long-delayed honeymoon in Saint Petersburg.
This General Assembly building featured in a small way in my wife’s second academic book (published by Routledge); and she was over-the-moon thrilled to find its special secret entrance exactly where she’d imaged during her many years of research.
This artwork is based on a pic I took during the golden hour on that nice day we shared together.
A bicycle can take you through time and space.
Winter in the Old Country
Finding the Way
For me the heron is one of the best birds. So still. So quiet. Standing for hours by the side of the river. Waiting.
This artwork is based on a pic I took at a large farm In Provence, France. But it reminds me of something that happened when I was ten..
Mr. Amato lived next door to us when I was growing up. He firmly believed lavender had sublime healing power. For him its oil was a holy substance. He said it wouldn’t be pitching your tent beyond the truth to say lavender oil was miraculous. Not only could it help you sleep, it’d also cure eczema, end insomnia, and pull you out of the deepest depression.
He once took me into the back part of his garden where he had a plot of lavender. He touched my shoulder…
“Don’t go against God, young man," he said. "Breathe deep and let the purifying scent into your soul.”
Inspired by a Dream
Zen by the Bay
Strings of Gold
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