Daniel Clarke

Camarillo Roadhouse, Painting, Watercolor on Watercolor Paper

2020

Art Deco palm trees sway their hula skirts in perfect unison against a backdrop of gorgeous blue, and for you I would try it, though I have always forbidden myself to write poem...

Country roads around counties Carlow and Kilkenny borders, We are the last of the memory hoarders, Love divine is on its rightful pedestal, Seeking the lure of comfort and mystique, The draw of the unknown, unforgiven, Undying gesture of our heart, Everytime we met we searched in the mindfields, Of the regrets of our past. Romance was your reason for your energetic, foot perfect dance, Pearly beads shining on your high forehead, Which you would wipe, with a large handkerchief hastily away. Then driving through the darkness, That trips up the light of day, Stars beckoning you to the imaginary world of ghosts, 'What happens to us when were gone? ' 'Are we like letters that get lost in the post? ' You seemed to think I had more knowledge than most! You were always on the run from the magnetic sun, As you displayed your charm, wit, when having plenty of fun, Your warmth held an icy warning, just beneath the surface, Your own way, at your own pace, As you chased your elusive dream, Marraige was a trophy, a success complete, But all you felt was the lonesome ache of defeat. You admired having the best, Like your only team the Kilkenny hurlers, They were above the less talented rest. Many friends were found in Alcoholics Anonymous, They became part of your extended family, Home was been with them facng the truth. You cherished the roots that made you so proud, You were the performer in the crowd. When I heard the shocking news that you had passed away, My open wound was on display, I understood your complex nature, Your fight within your competitive need to endure, A childlike essence was part of your powerful presence, Now your not...

A STRETCH of lawn as smooth as happiness, And tender green withal, and dappled o'er With shadows that the birches throw, unless A maple here and there throws shadows more. Beyond...

Pasadena Freeway 110 departing Los Angeles and headed for Pasadena thought the underpasses. Walking through a freeway tunnel, Getting hit by all the cars, The memories crash int...

Eve Nethercott, American (1925 - 2015) - Flea Market (P2.46), Year: 1961, Medium: Watercolor on Paper, Image Size: 14 x 21 inches, Size: 15 x 22.5 in. (38.1 x 57.15 cm), Desc...

Emile Rampelberg, French (1911 - 2001) - Farmhouse, Year: circa 1970, Medium: Watercolor on paper, signed lower right, Size: 19.5 x 27 in. (49.53 x...

Beautiful watercolor painting of a quaint blue farmhouse surrounded by lush green trees by Lillie Esther (Hillman) Heebner (American, 1923-2016), a Watsonville, Monterey Bay area artist. Signed "L.E. Heebner" bottom right. Unframed. Image: 15"H x 23"W. Lillie (Lil) E. Heebner was guided through life by her creativity. Even at 92, she never felt old, and often said so. She met every situation in life—including death—with ingenuity. Although born in Richmond, Lillie lived in Watsonville all her life. Her father, Frederick H. Hillman, grew up on a strawberry ranch in Pajaro, graduated from Watsonville High School in 1916, and served in France during World War I. He later worked for Martinelli's Apple Cider plant and became foreman. Lillie's mother, Esther C. Hobson, moved as an infant from Bakersfield to Santa Cruz with her family in 1901, when they founded Hobson's Bath House at the Santa Cruz Boardwalk...

A colorful vintage industrial outdoor scene in watercolor by artist Diane Baldwin (American, 20th century). Signed "Baldwin" lower right. Unframed. Image...