Desert  (Pastel on paper, 2009)

Springtime for Pia (Oil on canvas, 2007)

Potato eaters: A tribute (Oil on canvas, 2007)

Still life (Oil on canvas, 2006)

Point Reyes lighthouse (Oil on canvas, 2010)

Self Portrait! (2008)

Pasicifica at Ensenada Bay (Pencil, 2009)

        O flames that glowed!O hearts that yearned!
        They were indeed too much akin,
        The drift-wood fire without that burned,
        The thoughts that burned and glowed within.
                    -Wadsworth,  The Fire of Drift Wood

                            Everything I have earned has gone
                                   into these gardens. 
                                           - Claude Monet

            How you suffered for your sanity 
            how you tried to set them free. 
            They would not listen 
            they did not know how...

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                           The Dandelion's pallid tube
                            Astonishes the Grass,
                            And Winter instantly becomes
                            An infinite Alas --

                            The tube uplifts a signal Bud
                            And then a shouting Flower, --
                            The Proclamation of the Suns
                            That sepulture is o'er.

                                 -Emily Dickinson, The Dandelion's pallid tube

            A new Prometheus, chained upon the rock,
            Still grasping in his hand the fire of love,
            it does not hear the cry, nor heed the shock,
            but hails the mariner with words of love.

                        -Wadsworth, The Lighthouse

        Though you utter
        Every one of my words,
        You are a stranger.
        It's time you spoke.

            -Charles Simic, Inner Man