I love this old photo of my dad. I've seen that same mischievous, self-assured, little boy grin so many times on the man, father, grandfather, great-grandfather. The reflections of old cars captured forever in the window. Hot rods, fast cars, Indy and NASCAR, chopping this, welding t...
Just put the finishing touches on our Little Teapot. I'm four years old and filled with wide-eyed excitement and joy, wrapped in love and comfort every time I see it. A long ago hazy memory shared between mother and child. And a feeling that's lasted a lifetime.
Much to think about on this 4th of July. What does our independence and freedom mean amidst so much divisiveness? Exactly a time to remember what we all have in common and the differences that make us richer and bind us.
I've been asked quite a bit about the name Breeze Hill Art and Musings. Just what is a musing anyway? Oxford Dictionaries and Oxford University Press defines as a period of reflection or thought. Perhaps it's simply a more playful way to say blog, article or writing - much...
Next time in San Diego North County, stop by the Escondido Municipal Gallery and check out the new Contemporary Realism exhibit running May 13 through June 4, 2016. Featured in the juried exhibition are "art works by of over 30 San Diego regional artists emphasizing realistic subjects...
The wind caresses my skin, the sun bursts through the oak trees like an exploding star and nature starts singing its song. To onlookers I'm on a leisurely stroll. If only they knew I'm dancing in the park.
Buena Vista Park, San Diego North County, California.
Initially the digital composite concept for "Up", my original acrylic painting, I was still captivated and lost up in the trees. The huge leaves swaying playfully in the wind won't let my mind go as I'm invited to play once again.
The afternoon breeze blows through the stand of eucalyptus trees behind my studio. Wind chimes somewhere off in the distance, the chirping, cry and cooing of resident wrens, hawks, doves, and feathered friends. I close my eyes, and I'm lost up in the trees never wanting to come down.
A blue winter's day I'm surrounded by stormy clouds and tides rushing in and taking me far, far away. Suddenly there's nothing else. I have to remind myself to come back but I hold on to that lingering feeling. What could that be? Ah - Bliss.