Cowgirls Riding On Horses Art

Cetus in the starry night sky.
Cetus in the starry night sky.
Doubting Thomas
Paradise opening above
Coffee shop explosion
City heartbeat
Community garden
Strangers becoming friends
New York City
New York City
Paris
A late night café
Taj Mahal
A village festival
Rush hour in the rain
A sundrenched beach scene
A person working from home
New York City
The sound of Om/Aum
A night-time wide shot of a 33ft Sunset Creek bumper-pull travel trailer parked at a Texas campsite. Next to it, a white 2002 Dodge Ram 2500 pickup truck is parked in the gravel drive. Both the trailer and the truck are draped in an extreme, "off the charts" amount of glowing multi-colored Christmas lights. In the background, tall long-needle pine trees are also drapped in twinkling lights. A wooden picnic table and a small Starlink Mini dish are visible on the campsite ground. Clear night sky, warm southern atmosphere, no snow, ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, 8k resolution.
Profile with flowing hair
Singer with vintage microphone
Scholar's mortality
Philosopher in contemplation
Figure studies for altarpiece
Mother's Grief
Portrait with orchid thoughts
Essential workers during break
New York City
New York City
A whale breaching
A constellation map
New York City
New York City
A koi pond seen from above, orange and white koi fish swimming among lily pads, clear water with subtle ripples, fallen cherry blossom petals floating on the surface, dappled sunlight
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow— Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all. He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see; I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
"A group of determined 19th-century gold miners panning for gold in a shallow, rocky stream in the Sierra Nevada mountains during the California Gold Rush. They are wearing rugged, worn clothing and wide-brimmed hats. Sunlight filters through pine trees, casting dappled light on the scene. One miner is intensely focused on his gold pan, while another is sifting through gravel. The water is clear, revealing pebbles and glints of potential gold. The background shows a rugged, forested landscape with distant hills."
Artist in candlelit studio
Venus holding flowing fabric
Shelter
David as bronze statue
Bipolar self-portrait