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Wonderful story of a two sisters, a brother, flying their kites every summer at their favorite beach.



My Kite - Sung to "The Farmer in the Dell"

My kite is up so high,
My kite is up so high,
Oh my - - just watch it fly
My kite is up so high.


My kite is falling down,
My kite is falling down,
Oh no - - it's down so low
My kite is falling down.

The wind has caught my kite,
The wind has caught my kite,
What fun - - I'm on the run
The wind has caught my kite.

My kite is up so high,
My kite is up so high,
Oh my - - just watch it fly
My kite is up so high.

Media: Acrylic

Dimension: 16”X20” on mounted canvas

Free-spirited, running through the glossy leaved lemon tree field.

Lemon Tree

Oh my little lemon tree!
Teach me
How you play and laugh.
I’ve forgot to be easy, simple, adventurous
Like a fluttering leaf
On a windy day.

Oh my little lemon tree! Tell me
How you grudge and strike
I’ve forgot to be angry, cruel and insurrectionist!
Like a bow pulled to it’s maximum.

Swirls and twirls created on "Hannah's Magical Wish Granting Tree."

There was once a weary traveler who sat down to rest in the shade of a tree. He did not know that the tree he rested upon was a magic tree. It is called " The Wish-Granting Tree." Seated on the hard ground, he thought how pleasant it would be if he can sleep in a soft bed. Instantly, a bed appeared before him. Astonished, the man immediately climbed onto the bed. Then, he thought that it would be nice if there would be a beautiful young girl beside him who would massage his sore legs. At that moment, a young girl appeared before him and began massaging him. "I'm so hungry," the man said to himself. "Having something to eat now would be a great pleasure." Instantly, a table appeared with delicious foods. The man rejoiced and began eating and drinking to his heart's content. His head spun a little and his eyelids grew heavy as the wine took effect. He stretched himself and was thinking about the wonderful...

Dimension: 18"X24" Stretch Bar Canvas Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics

Bad Gardens copy, good gardens create, great gardens transcend. What all great gardens have in common are their ability to pull the sensitive viewer out of him or herself and into the garden, so completely that the separate self-sense disappears entirely, and at least for a brief moment one is ushered into a nondual and timeless awareness. A great garden, in other words, is mystical no matter what its actual content. - Ken Wilbur, Grace and Grit, 1991, p. 109.

Dimension: 16"X20" Windsor & Newton Cotton Stretch Bar Canvas Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics

Wild Heart By Lacy Priest

Her pounding hooves barely touched the ground, If she escapes, she'll never be found.
The men's ropes are twirling, now flying throuth the air, Waiting to tighten 'round the neck of the mare.
She sees it and cuts to the right, While the riders draw empty ropes back up tight. The men's horses are tiring, but she's fresh as a breeze.
"She's drawing away," whispers the wind in the trees. Through the canyon, up the hill, "The men are beaten; she's safe"; the cardinals thrill!
She'll never know bridle, blanket, nor saddle, And she won't ever help cowboys round up the cattle.
'Cause she's a wild one by name and by mark, The cowboys all round here call her The Wild Heart.
Now that's the tale of the sorrel mare that never got roped, Because she evaded all the cowboys with her powerful 'lope.

Wild beauties dashing through the snow!

TO MY HORSE By Whitney Robinson

From day to day and year to year It's you that makes me whole The pounding of your hooves Sparks magic in my soul. Who could match out joy? None would be so bold As we canter through the meadows In a dance of ages old. You were a gift from Heaven On Earth you give me wings And even Angel envy The joy such freedom brings We will travel the world over And track the rainbow to it's end We will find out pot of Gold And continue 'round the bend. Our Gold may come as trophies Or ribbons flashing blue But these things matter little My Treasure lies in YOU.

I grew up loving the gentle soul Michael Jackson...his music, his moonwalk, his moves...and when I heard the news he passed away...I literally wept. I fell asleep weeping asI had this dream of Michael Jackson, and felt this was a calling for me to paint him. This painting is in memory of the greatest legend in my times, and as for all times. I picked one of my favorite songs he sang,"I'll Be There," when he was young...as I know he never left and will always be there!


You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back Where there is love, I'll be there I'll reach out my hand to you, I'll have faith in all you do Just call my name and I'll be there I'll be there to comfort you, Build my world of dreams around you, I'm so glad that I found you I'll be there with a love that's strong I'll be your strength, I'll keep holding on Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter Togetherness, well that's all I'm after Whenever you need me, I'll be there I'll be there to...

Medium: Brushed Ink

Dimension: 11"X14" on Strathmore Watercolor 140 pd Paper


Gentle and stunning brush strokes in brushed ink. Simple yet elegant are an embraced couple cheek to cheek in the dance.

Don't say a word, Gaze into my eyes, Take my hand, and Just Dance With Me.

Pomegranates, the National Fruit of Armenia. No matter what the size of the pomegranate fruit, there are always 365 seeds. One seed for everday of the year.

As the viewer, you would have to figure out, are there 365 strokes of paint, 365 pomegranate seeds, 365 lines? Once again, a lovely poem added to this artwork.

The Pomegranate , by Eavan Boland

The only legend I have ever loved is
the story of a daughter lost in hell.
And found and rescued there.
Love and blackmail are the gist of it.
Ceres and Persephone the names.
And the best thing about the legend is
I can enter it anywhere.And have.
As a child in exile in
a city of fogs and strange consonants,
I read it first and at first I was
an exiled child in the crackling dusk of
the underworld, the stars blighted.Later
I walked out in a summer twilight
searching for my daughter at bed-time.
When she came running I was ready
to make any bargain...

Dimension: 11�X14� Strathmore 140 pd watercolor paper Medium: Windsor & Newton Watercolors & Pencils

�Give Peace A Chance��-John Lennon http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RkZC7sqImaM&NR=1

Figurative interracial woman brings Peace into the world by extending the olive branch with three doves on it. Fascinating workmanship.

Peace Begins With You Our Lady Peace by Mark van Doren

How far is it to peace, the piper sighed, The solitary, sweating as he paused. Asphalt the noon; the ravens, terrified, Fled carrion thunder that percussion caused. The envelope of earth was powder loud; The taut wings shivered, driven at the sun. The piper put his pipe away and bowed. Not here, he said. I hunt the love-cool one, The dancer with the clipped hair. Where is she? We shook our heads, parting for him to pass. Our lady was of no such trim degree, And none of us had seen her face, alas. She was the very ridges that we must...