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"What is life if, full of care We have no time to stand and stare? No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows." -- W. H Davies, from the poem "Leisure"

I love these lines. No matter if you stand and stare, or sit in a chair and stare, whatever your method, just take time to stare. I love to stare from my favorite blue chair, in spring under pin oaks and crape myrtles on dappled carpet of cool Pthalo, and slashes of brightest warm lime. Overhead in a gap of perched sky, edges tatted by lace of leaves, hangs a lingering ghost of moon waiting to be pealed away like a transparent sticker. Wren fledglings dart back an forth from low lying branches of budding gardenias, diving again and again, dipping fluttering wings into the shallow water bowl in utter delight. Bees sucking nectar, appear mystically suspended midair, as they joust from tips of spindly arms supporting the pink stars of delicate Guara, also known as Whirling Butterfly. And, there's my dog...

"I am a graphic designer and contemporary impressionist oil painter of what I call, not-so-still life. Life never sits still; it is a living organism of energy and light spinning in perpetual motion. Energy extends beyond visual boundaries of shape to connect and dance with all that surrounds. My objective is a portrayal of the movement and sense of spirit. I find joy in simple ordinary things around me, and am fascinated by the play of light, shadow and reflections of color. I work in contemplative solitude to hear all that is being revealed by a subject. My paintings are painted wet-on-wet in bold loose brush stokes, laying down one delicious spot or note of color or tone of color, one next to another until they merge into a...