the colorful philosopher

he perches in the middle of ‘Y’ and looks to the heavens for answers. or maybe he is watching the hawk watching him…

but the sun had already turned the corner…

I had placed this vase of tulips, out of the way, because of little art students arriving for class. when the class was over, the sun had left the room’s window. the sunlight hit a piece of glass i had on my windowsill & reflected the sun into one strong ray of light…that touched only…

books are now antiques?

i’ve seen lots of old books turned into art. does anyone realize that if our power gird is destroyed by a solar storm, terrorism, big ass storm, that our iPads, iPhones, tablets will become…useless? I, for one, will keep my books around because if there is no power, i’d like something to  do.

The Cat Who Loves Art Class

my cat’s name is Hobbes. when the kids come to my studio for classes, in walks Hobbes. Hobbes finally got to make his own painting. it is at the end of the series of Hobbes in art classes. (poor quality images taken via iPhone in low light)