Today I did a market and the capybara watercolor I painted last week sold to the most delightful young woman. … More

I’m breathing a lot easier and several things are good: I’m taking better pictures of the herons, or so I … More

It’s not the jasmine. Or not only the jasmine. The thing I love best is trying to kill me. And … More

I’m afraid I’m allergic to the jasmine I love, just like Betty’s vile husband in Storms of Malhado. But perhaps … More

Perhaps it’s the hint of jasmine that is now permeating the air that’s gotten me to think of Betty. Or … More

Baby birds are just tiny dinosaurs waiting to grow into their dinosaur selves. It’s a full moon and I took … More

We didn’t know why this giraffe was sad. Maybe the other giraffes had been mean to it. We also were … More

Tonight I got to paint live at the Autism Speaks Chefs Gala at the Westin Medical Center. Then my painting … More

In which there might be an exciting carousel horse commission in my near future. Stay tuned. Also I stole back … More

Last night I had a weird dream. In it I was buying a cabin in Maine and someone from my … More