
10″x8″ pastel on sanded paper
“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.””
-A.A.Milne

Started this painting with a beautiful underpainting to establish lights, darks, and mood.

10″x8″ pastel on sanded paper
“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.””
-A.A.Milne

Started this painting with a beautiful underpainting to establish lights, darks, and mood.

10″x8″ pastel on sanded paper
“My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.” -Claude Monet

10″x8″ pastel on sanded paper
A warm, rainy day-this is how it feels when friends get together. Friend refreshes friend then, as flowers do each others, in a spring rain. -Rumi

10″x8″ pastel on sanded paper
“Twilight – a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.” -Howard Thurman

10″x8″ pastel on sanded paper
“Like wildflowers you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would.” -Lorde

10″x8″ pastel on sanded paper
“Happiness radiates like the fragrance from a flower and draws all good things towards you.” -Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

12″x9″ pastel on sanded paper
“Like wildflowers you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would.” -Lorde

14″x11″ pastel on sanded paper
“It’s not only the state flower but also a kind of floral trademark almost as well known to outsiders as cowboy boots and the Stetson hat. The bluebonnet is to Texas what the shamrock is to Ireland, the cherry blossom to Japan, the lily to France, the rose to England and the tulip to Holland.” Wrote historian Jack Maguire

The season is short, I plan to make the most of it.
Who is this, so tall and slender
Like a graceful maiden fair,
By the roadside in the sunshine
With her locks of yellow hair?
See you how she leans and listens
To the west wind wand’ring by
As the sun god calls and woos her
Stands the bashful maiden shy?
Must I tell you in her splendor
Her quaint old-fashioned name?
Would you know her when you meet her
With her tawny yellow mane?
Arthur Bernstein (May 9,1953 / New York, New York)