Flowers and eyes emerge from the swirling of alcohol and ink, their colors held within the iris.
When the eyes are soothed, the heart is soothed. A needle travels back and forth, filling in the leaves — threads in the colors of the season, and of seasons past. The leaves are no longer the color of flowers, and the shadows keep their own hue. In these hands, eyes and flowers mingle with needle and wind. It is a wonderful season: a spontaneous warmth that brings comfort, and solace.
From the Journal
Stories behind the ink — roses, elephants, hearts, and butterflies. The most-read entries.
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Latest Works
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A Gallery, and a Shop
This site is my gallery — a quiet place to wander among the works, to linger where the ink has flowed. If a piece stays with you, it can be collected through my shop, where originals are available to purchase.