Welcome to a whole different world. This is a world where crows rule and there are voices from The Great Beyond, whispers from the other side, and healing sun showers.
 
I called this painting, Sun Shower Crow. I'm so proud of it. It conveys my love of crows, strange worlds, and umbrellas. 😎

   Next time you happen to be in a new city, close your eyes and picture this crow, envision you can slip away to someplace else, and just... be...if you're lucky, a sun shower will come along... 
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Watch me work on this painting:
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   Ah, the stubborn ones, the defiant. They push, they keep on, and they carry much tenacity. 
  I'm so pleased by how this piece turned out. It speaks of my roots by the ocean of my homeland of eastern Canada. This painting tells me to keep going, stay strong, and sometimes that can hurt. What can we do but keep going on our own journey. 
   Maybe we all can be inspired by this lone figure in this boat, looking ahead to some sort of future with bravery. 

   I am pleased how this painting turned out. I called it, Resting in Paradise, and paradise it feels like. The warm breeze, moving sky, old and rustic boats, and splashes of color. I'd love to be there right now. Maybe I will enter into this painting, as it's winter. Yes, maybe I will...  ;)

   It's winter, and for me, that sucks! So, I created this painting, Awaiting the Next Journey. It makes me think of back home in eastern Canada, the boats, the waves, and the salty air. 

   If you're like me, you hate cold and snowy winters. I hope this painting takes you away to a great place, a place where dreams are fulfilled and peace is found. X

   She has seen so much in her rather short number of years, this young woman. She knows a thing or two about love that's been lost. She has gathered up her strength and kept going. Life is like a sea, up, down, and all around, windswept and full of melancholy.

   In this painting, called, Until We Meet Again, the figure has just said goodbye to a love. That love may never return.

   Sometimes, tears fall...

   People. They are amazing creatures. Us homo sapiens, we're each unique in our own ways. Isn't that the way we really want it to be? I mean, imagine if we were all the same. How dull! 

   This piece, called, Divergent, is all about celebrating our differences. In the autism world, autistics could be considered divergent in certain ways. That is an interesting thing. Other people, autistic or not, make up the wonderful diversity and complexity of existence as human beings on our planet.

   As for me, being autistic, the kind they refer to as high functioning, am just happy to be alive. I mean that. When I awake and my feet hit the floor, I actually feel grateful to still be here. However corny that may sound to some people, it's true. I think that's a pretty healthy way to wake up. Don't you?  X

   I began with art at a young age, as a kid. Later I took that to fine art painting. I've never looked back. There were grueling things I had to go through in building my art career. Sometimes that's what it takes. It was all worth it. I get to meet amazing people everyday, collectors, and others that appreciate what I do. I had a fire in the belly and I'm glad I did! Below you'll find a great article in The Mighty. That's an awesome place to end up!

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   Caw! The sound of the crow. It's unique and memorable. When they call, perhaps we should listen. Maybe they have secrets to share or lessons to teach, wisdom from ancient worlds, or warnings about the natural world. Whatever the case, crows kick a lot of ass! 

   In this piece, The Beautiful Chill of a December Murder, the crows enjoy the beauty and crispness of winter. They endure all seasons and all weather, staying strong, and doing their thing. They are tough creatures.

   I'm pleased with how this painting turned out. You can see the chill of winter in the colors and feel. My crows have their whimsy and that makes me happy. I hope it makes you happy, too. X

   Getting deep, when you're a painter, is GOOD. Why? Because when you hit the paints, it needs to speak. It needs to resonate with people that can see. They can see something unique in there, in this world, something that flowed out from a raw place. I get to experience these things when I paint commissions and portraits for people.
   When I paint, it's unique. It's very strange in a productive way. It's like asking unseen spirits for help. It's like tapping into something that can disappear like smoke. It's my therapy, but it can hurt, too. When I say it can hurt, I mean it can show me things I've gone through. That's good for me. 
   When my collectors SEE and even FEEL what is in the painting, there's something special in that. There's a raw honesty. While I'm here, I'll welcome that honesty. I prefer my life to be that way.

   Ah, the beach, how wonderful! Women, how awesome they are! They get together and all Hell breaks loose, with the teasing, the gossiping, the jealousy, the giggling. But, women are the foundation of it all. They know and feel things men never will. Men are often like little boys with their hands in the cookie jar, staring blankly at the world. Ha, ha... 

   In this painting, Beach Whispers, I wanted to show the great variation of women along with the beauty of a beach. There is a shine in this piece. I'm pleased with how the painting turned out. These women are very happy, hanging out together, laughing, talking, and of course, whispering... 😉