Martini #76 X 6 X 1. 5 Acrylic on Canvas When I was a boy, maybe nine or ten, my dad gave me a taste of beer and a taste of wine. I never acquired the taste for adult beverages, though because I didnt like the taste. My dad, and my mother, in fact, werent big drinkers. Theyd ring in the New Year with champagne, toast their wedding anniversary with a glass of red wine, or they might, on occasion, drink a refreshing ice cold beer on a hot summer day. As for

12” X 12” X 1

She Thinks She Has Done – What’s Best for Me

it appears that an even number of olives is considered unlucky in the world of martini drinkers

took a ferry ride across Puget Sound

This alteration emphasizes the 1970 American Acoustic guitar

Except Michael

but there’s something about Andrea that sparks my interest

On Her Plate There Lies

and a fine

This monochromatic painting of Red + Black and White

I chose a photograph with a child embracing his father from behind

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