I love stories. I think most of us do. Because in a well-told story, we lose ourselves. We identify with a character’s needs, dreams, and feelings. We share the discovery, the romance, the struggle and the victory.
Stories are often told with words. Some are written as songs.
But sometimes the stories must be painted, because words are not enough, or the music fades.
In these three portraits...
Hope and love are universally shared in the portrait "My Younger Sister's Baby"...
The need to have "A Minute to Myself, Please" is felt as Kali walks along the shore...
And the sweet sauciness of a beautiful young girl is seen in "Jamie, Dressed Like Mom."