White Rose

Ah, the white rose. Is there anything purer than a white rose? On the alter, on the table in water. So beautiful. This one is about purity. The real one. No matter how we look at it we must not project our ego onto the white rose. Or else we will feel her thorns. We must see her in the immaculte light. We must be friendly to her. Be kind. And she will grant us the pure desires of our hearts.

The perfume of hope.

30 × 36in

2026

Sometimes life get’s wild. And that’s what beauty is someties all about. When we stop thiking about what we are supposed to do, what we are supposed to say, or act. And we just open up and let it flow. In the rain, in the sun, in all of ilfe’s mess.

May these flowers remind us that no matter how low in darkness we have roamed. We can always return to our true wild beautiful essence.

30 × 36in

Glass Mosaic

2026

Hark! There in the field. Amidst the daphodils and the star thistles. There blooms the purple poppy. The rarest of them all.

Purple Poppy

34×34in

2026

Once in a while a flower comes from beyond. The tiger stripes, the soft pistils. There it blooms. In the evening air. When all was a lost. When all was won. It bloomed on and on

Ruby Iris

30 × 36

There is a peace that passes understanding. The mother as she holds her child knows it. The redwood tree knows it in the dead of night, and the dawn of the new day.

20 × 30in

Glass Mosaic

This was the first flower I created in this large flower series. It came as an offering. I just needed to create it. Something in me moved me and said make it so big. Make it bigger than the substrate can handle. Just make it big and beautiful. Beyond the confines of what’s possible. Just make it and let it go.

Touch of Grace

30×36in

2026

Joy does not ask for permission. And seldom needs forgiveness. It exists because it is free. Free like the sun. And the laugh of a child.

Pure Joy

30×36in

2026

This mosic was born during a time of deep creation in the exploration of flowers. I was studying the deep numerology of the number two. For me this was a deep one becuase it was not about love or romance, but rather the bond that only two friends can share. One that is with us through the thick and thin. When times are happy and when they are sad. I have many friends in life. Some are siliver and others gold. We all do. Some fade and some feel more permanent. May these lilly’s remind us of this deep friendship in us all.

Friends on the Path

30 × 36 in

Glass Mosaic

2026