The cracks are always there, just on the sidewalk surface or the crook of his lip. Suggesting something beneath, the passage of time and space.Sweet and smooth, like the neighborhood ice cream man on a hot sticky afternoon in August. He peddles his treats; his chime brings all the kids to the yard.Crook, kook, no; that’s just Dook.
I’m so very excited to share that you can view my work as a part of this online art fair among a talented group of artists I very much admire. Two of my pieces are also included in two of the Curated Collections — Contemplative & Calm Abstracts and Cold-War Era Nostalgia.