Paintings

Over the past decade I have explored many aspects of my creative spirit. After moving on from a very successful business career, leading an award winning company I wrote two thought provoking books on organizations before pursuing novel writing as my main artistic expression. Music was always at the heart of my creative side so I spent two years writing and producing two world class country music albums before undertaking my biggest challenge, an ancient historical spiritual fantasy. I began painting many years ago and my current novel project led me back down the path as a painter. This series of original oil paintings depicts many of the scenes from my nearly complete novel, "Children of Pleiades."


Celestial Illuminata

Celestial Illuminata



This 18" x 24" oil on canvas oil on canvas is the original image used for my cover for Children of Pleiades. It depicts the moment that the star man's orb touches down on the meadow as Astrid the Sibyl watches from behind a sycamore tree.
High Country Road

High Country Road



Acrylic and oil on canvas, 18" x 24". This is the first in my new traditional landscape and seascape series.
Fem Ka, Goddess of The Seven Sisters of Pleiades

Fem Ka, Goddess of The Seven Sisters of Pleiades



She appears to my main characters many times over the course of Children of Pleiades.
Gathering Storm Over East Down

Gathering Storm Over East Down



Acrylic and Oil on canvas. 18” x 24” unframed. Original and prints available. Contact for pricing.

Excerpt from Children of Pleiades;

The sound of flapping wings came out of nowhere moments before a dark blur flew by Gwain’s head. He ducked as he watched the outline of the raven against the cloudless sky. The bird circled and dove again, his luminous yellow eyes flashing as it flew off to the north and suddenly vanished. An ominous feeling overwhelmed Gwain in the wake of the bird’s menacing behavior.

Gwain noticed a fast approaching storm in the direction of where the raven had vanished. A dark veil fell over the sky and blocked the sun except for a brilliant sliver of light that shone onto the western downs below the approaching tempest. Evil looking clouds formed in the shape of four serpents cutting through the air towards East Down. A furious wind blew from the south bending over the row of windbreak that bordered his father’s farmland. The gathering of angry clouds formed scaly humps that appeared to rise high into the skies over the Salisbury Plain and the fields of East Down suddenly darkened.

Pic – Gathering Storm Over East Down

A ghostly image of Nordumaal the Ancient emerging from his cavernous labyrinth appeared to be floating in the air, blood streaming down a gory veil as the evil priest peered through with his sharpened teeth dripping with the blood of one of his many sacrificial victims. The heart stopping image immobilized Gwain as he took in the surreal apparition against the backdrop a serpent filled sky.

“Death shall follow you Gwain of East Down,” Nordumaal's voice reverberated across the plain.

Gwain braced and raised his fist at the image of the priest he hated with a vengeance.

“Be it known that it is you who shall die by the blade of my knife, priest. This I promise!” Gwain yelled out.

Towering clouds boiled upward into the heavens, turning the cerulean sky to a deathly black boiling cauldron. Wind-driven rain pelted down, and lightning flashed, followed by the deafening roar of thunder. Gwain’s long black hair was soon hanging in wet strands as he searched for his beloved animal. His clothes were soaked, and the air was chilled as the rain turned to pellets of hail that stung the bare skin of his face and hands.
Astrid The Sibyl

Astrid The Sibyl



Acrylic and Oil on canvas. 18” x 24” unframed. Original and prints available. Contact for pricing.

Excerpt from Children of Pleiades;

Although it was well after dark, light from the canopy of stars and effulgent rising moon cast long shadows across the open meadow. High above her in the direction of the rising stars of Pleaides, she noticed a dim object descending from the sky. As it got brighter, it hovered above the trees, illuminating the clearing in a brilliant light that vanquished the shadows cast by the moon. The strange object made no sound as it set down across the meadow from her.

The young enchantress became alert as the incredible manifestation of the trolldómr she had spun brought her back to the awareness of her surroundings. Believing she had brought into being a powerful magick induced by the spell, she marveled at the sight that appeared before her. The orb was now sending out a spectrum of bright colors in hues of vermillion, yellow and blue that shone light on the trees that surrounded the field. She was overjoyed at what she was witnessing.

“Thank þú great gods fyrir þinn blessing ór angels ok faeriur at munu gladly taka inn í minn heart,” she cried out, expecting a parade of heavenly beings to emerge from the celestial orb.

Her misconception was shattered however, when a luminous white skinned man with dark eyes that reflected the light of the brilliant moon disembarked from the strange object. She realized that what she was seeing was a supernatural event far beyond her powers as a seer. The man appeared to glow through the darkness of the thickly wooded forest that surrounded her as he walked slowly across the open clearing. Afraid, she retreated into the woods that surrounded the meadow. Awestruck at the majestic being clothed in a pure white robe, she stood on the moist decaying leaves at the base of a young sycamore tree. Naked and partially hidden, the alabaster skin of her hip and shoulder was lit by the intense light coming from the nearby orb. She leaned against the smooth bark and stared wide-eyed, marveling at the approaching stranger: his long, straight jet-black hair framed a face that was perfectly proportioned with chiseled features and smooth, pure white nearly transparent skin. The few moments of trepidation were overcome by a state of blissful ecstasy that enveloped her in a strange warmth, despite the chilly temperatures of the Norse winter woodland. As he came near, she clasped her hands over her heart and fell to her knees, dumbfounded and speechless as she looked up at the striking male figure. Disarming her fear with an aura of gentle kindness, the extra-terrestrial touched her on the shoulder and held up his other hand to convey his harmless intentions.
In a Woodland Stream

In a Woodland Stream



Acrylic and Oil on canvas. 18” x 24” unframed. Original and prints available. Contact for pricing.

Excerpt from Children of Pleiades;

Recalling that it had been a hot summer day as he walked the path by the muddy stream that ran near their homestead, Alda sighed. He remembered passing by an opening in the thicket where long grasses grew on the banks of the stream when he noticed a young girl wading naked, barely up to her ankles in the water. With so many families now settled on the fertile plain, Alda wondered who it might be. Taken by rush of excitement, his heart began to beat fast in his chest. The young girl was tall and her skin tight and smooth with curves that made her shape tantalizingly feminine. Wavy blond hair hung down to the small of her back and the gentle curve of her hip was lit in brilliant sunlight. She splashed water as she walked towards the opposite bank of the shallow, muddy stream. Soft white water lilies grew in the still water under the trunk of a sycamore tree that leaned so much it seemed about to fall. The grasses growing on the opposite shoreline were lit in sunlight against the verdant foliage of the woods that lined the stream. Alda was mesmerized, unable to take his eyes off the beautiful young girl he had come upon. He saw her turn her head slightly as if she knew someone was watching and by the profile of her face, he recognized Jnana. She didn’t move or try to avoid being seen, but the possible shame of being accused of peeping mortified Alda, so he backed away and took cover behind the tall grasses. Aroused, he reached out and parted the undergrowth in front of him so he could continue to take in the sight of his pretty young step sister. Other than a fleeting glance at Jyori the night of Kaen’s death, he had never seen a naked girl before. His arousal was so powerful that he tried to dampen it by turning away several times. However, his attraction to Jnana which had been growing since they had both become physically mature was undeniable.

Pic – In a Woodland Stream

He recalled how he justified his voyeurism as he watched her by telling himself she was his stepsister and did not have his blood running through her veins. Spellbound by her youthful beauty, Alda couldn’t take his eyes off her until she turned and began walking towards him. Certain that she had caught his eye Alda recalled ducking down and backing away before turning and running down the path.

Returning from his erotic reverie, Alda sighed in the knowledge that Jnana had grown into a beautiful woman with a full bosom and sensual hips made to carry a child. Wishing he could see her dunk into the stream like he had years before stirred the same pleasureful feelings that had delighted him when he had come upon her bathing in the stream. Alda let the image of her naked body cross his mind as he watched the lazy clouds that hung in the sky above him. Behind him, he heard rustling in the grasses, causing him to sit up. He looked around to see Jnana watching him. Embarrassed, he tried to turn his body away to hide the obvious arousal underneath his tunic.

“It’s you,” Alda said as Jnana stood over him.

“I saw you from over there,” she replied, pointing towards a glade where an oak tree stood as a prominent landmark. “What are you doing?”

“How did you see me? I was hidden from view,” Alda replied unable to take his eyes off her splendid feminine form.

“I cannot lie. I followed you here,” Jnana replied.

“Why?” Alda asked as his eyes moved hungrily over the length of her body.

“Why do you look at me like that?” she asked coyly.

Alda’s face turned red.

Jnana had always done her best to gain his favor but Alda until recently had mostly ignored her. She smiled and knelt beside him.

“I know you have watched me in the stream where I bath,” she said enticingly.

“I have not!”

“You make a terrible liar, Alda,” she shot back. “I saw you peeping through the grasses.”

Alda’s face turned red but he couldn’t help cracking a smile.

“I couldn’t stop myself from such a beautiful sight,” he said, doing his best to lighten up the conversation and recover his composure.

“You should have joined me,” Jnana shot back, smiling temptingly. “But you are too shy and afraid of girls.”

“Not any more,” Alda said, sitting up and facing Jnana in a show of daring.

The silence between them was charged with passion like that of the wild Konik horses that ran on the nearby lowlands. Alda locked eyes with Jnana.
Bathing in the River Wylie

Bathing in the River Wylie



Oil on canvas 18” x 24”. Original and prints available. Contact for pricing.

Excerpt from Children of Pleiades;

It was early morning just as the sun was rising as he knelt by the water’s edge. A brisk morning breeze had whipped up ripples on the surface of the water and rustled the leaves of the elm and beech trees. As he looked up, he noticed a young girl wading into the sunlit blue and turquoise waves before stopping near the shore in water that came up to her hips. Not wanting to be seen stealing a look at the young beauty, Gwain backed away and knelt on a slight rise above the river’s edge that allowed him to look down at her.

Naked from the waist up, the girl’s long blond hair hung down to the small of her back, knotted into a braid that left windblown strands at the end like the tail of a wild palomino mare. The top of her rust colored woolen garment was pulled down to her waist as she stood still, Holding the tunic to her body as the wind blew fine strands of hair from her head, she took in the fresh morning air.

Spears of morning light shot through the dense stand of trees that grew on each bank of the river, falling on the grasses and thick undergrowth behind him. She pulled down on the tunic that surrounded her hips and one by one lifted each leg to remove it before standing naked in the slow-moving river and using her garment to wash herself. The soft light of the sunrise illuminated her body reflecting off the curve of her hip as she looked toward the opposite bank. Gwain was moved by her raw beauty, especially her womanly hips that gave away her readiness to bear children. Sensing that someone was watching, she turned and looked over in Gwain’s direction but did not notice him as he remained hidden behind the thick vegetation on the shore. Her face was pretty, with regal features that told of a noble bloodline. Not wanting to be accused of peeping, Gwain ducked behind a tree trunk, slowly backing away before returning to his oxen and cart. His heart was beating madly in his chest and he desperately wanted to meet the lovely girl he had seen a few minutes earlier. He left his oxen tied up nearby and waited patiently for her on the trail so as not to alarm her.
Emiline at Land’s End

Emiline at Land’s End



Oil on canvas 18” x 24”. Original and prints available. Contact for pricing.

Except from Children of Pleiades;

Blade heard footsteps approaching from the rocky path that led to the higher ground where he had first walked down to the beach below. He placed his hand on the flint sickle he had set down beside him on the cave floor, fearing the young woman had disclosed his presence and her protectors now searched for him.

A female figure came into view just beyond the mouth of the cave. Stopping and standing on her tip toes while wrapping her arms around herself against the chill of the evening, she stood on the flat rocks overlooking the dark sea below. She appeared to be looking for someone or something. A face appeared in the rock above him to his left that seemed to smile a wicked grin.

I am seeing things, he thought as he looked over at her petite tunic clad figure casting a dark silhouette against the brilliant moonlight. Blade knew it was Emiline. The image of her pretty face, exactly as she appeared on the beach earlier with strands of wet hair hanging over her beguiling eyes looked back at him. The impossible image hung in mid-air beside her darkened figure as she looked over at the full moon.

“What is wrong with me?” Blade said out loud, shaking his head to make sure he was not hallucinating.

Hearing his voice, she turned her head and looked inside the moon lit cave. They locked eyes.

“Emiline,” Blade said as if to ensure what he was seeing was really her.

Emiline walked over and stood below the overhanging rock at the mouth of the cavernous space.

“You’ve come back for me,” Blade stated as he stood up.

She nodded and smiled. The moist sea air was chilly as they stood facing each other. Emiline bowed her head and Blade walked slowly towards her, stopping at arm’s length as they both stood on the rocks just outside of the cave. Soft vermilion light on her face and strands of fine hair lit silver by the moonlight fell onto her shoulders. Unable to speak in a language she would understand, Blade gently wrapped his arms around her. The warmth of her body against his and the feeling that filled his heart were the only language he needed to understand. No words could describe how Blade felt as he held the woman that he knew was to be his destiny.
Angel with the Blade of Truth

Angel with the Blade of Truth



Acrylic and Oil on canvas. 16” x 20” unframed. Original and prints available. Contact for pricing.

Excerpt from Children of Pleiades;

Suddenly without warning, the gargantuan rock structure of the dragon’s lair began to tumble and collapse. Falling debris began hitting the ground as it reshaped and became a deep valley and then a seemingly bottomless abyss. Rocks fell with great speed and thunderous impact as they crashed into the sides of the dark grotto before continuing into the depths of the endless opening. The scaly dragon leapt from what was left of his den and fell with the rest of the gigantic structure. Its wings spread wide as the hideous reptile dove toward the dark abyss. The dragon disappeared into the darkness of the underworld whence it came.

Terrified, Gwain turned to make an escape but tripped and fell backwards into the opening in the earth where the dragon had just vanished. Deeper and deeper he plummeted into the shadows. Light began to envelope him and his fall began to slow until he was surrounded by angels of indescribable beauty. One of them spoke to him.

“Listen carefully Gwain of East Down. I am Fem Ka and I bring with me the angel with the Blade of Truth. Your time has come to let go of earthly limits and claim your Divine birthright,” her voice resonated in his head.

Seemingly suspended on a bed of shimmering light, Gwain felt a sense of bliss surround and infuse his entire being as he listened to the beautiful angel who held a shining sword in her hand.

“You are safe with us but assured you must be,
The journey below ’tis your destiny,
Be ever on guard through darkness and fear,
Be never too far but never too near,
Be ready when evil waits in the dusk,
With one swing of your sword slay him you must.”

Fem Ka and the band of angels began to slowly vanish as Gwain found himself in the afterglow of the strange experience. It was still pitch dark under the cover of a cloudy sky when Gwain awoke from the disturbing dream.
Looking through the Veil

Looking through the Veil



Oil on canvas 16” x 20” unframed. Original and prints available. Contact for pricing.

Excerpt from Children of Pleiades;

“Jonas, I am with you now,” a voice spoke, awakening him from his rest.

Bolting upright, Jonas swore he had heard Ky speak to him as he lay half asleep.

“Ky?” he asked out loud.

“Look up,” Ky’s voice insisted.

It was as if a transparent curtain was being pulled back and Ky was peering through. The look on her face told Jonas of the solemn message that she bore.

“I see you, my love,” Jonas said as a tear streamed from his eye.

“I speak from beyond the liminal wall that separates us but know that I am always with you and Gwain,” she replied.

Pic – Ky Beyond the Curtain

“Yes, yes,” Jonas stated excitedly.

“As my spirit awaited the final journey to the Otherworld, I cast a spell over East Down that Gwain would remain invisible to the priest. However, the time has come for Gwain to meet the black-cloaked raven,” Ky stated.

“But why?”

“There must be a meeting to test the power of my spell and to confirm Gwain’s safety as he grows into manhood with the powers of his destiny to protect him,” she continued.

“I understand,” Jonas replied.

“I must go now,” Ky stated as her image began to vanish into the darkness.

Overjoyed that Ky had appeared to him, Jonas stepped out onto the down and walked over to where he had buried Ky’s remains. He stood and watched as the sun set in brilliant hues of yellow and orange.

“I give thanks to have seen my love for one last time behind the veil of the Otherworld,” he said as he looked up at the heavens.
Love at First Sight

Love at First Sight



18” x 24” Oil on canvas. Original and prints available. Contact for pricing.

Excerpt from Children of Pleiades;

Straightening her clothes, she made her way through the beaten path in the underbrush that led up to the trail just above the nearby watering hole. She was carrying water in an earthen beaker and Gwain could see that she had untied the long braid and her blond hair was now hanging in curls that fell over her face and shoulders. Close enough to see her eyes, he noticed she was barefoot; her womanly shape showing under the soaking wet loose-fitting tunic. Locks of her wavy hair gleamed in the sunlight as she set down the beaker, crouching to pick up a woolen cloth she had dropped. The wild lavender and grasses behind her growing above the water’s edge framed her face as she looked up in surprise after sensing a stranger on the path.

“Can I be of help?” Gwain asked, unable to avert his eyes from the soft flesh of her firm breasts that almost spilled out of the loose-fitting robe.
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Framed by the thick shaded foliage that lined the path, she looked up in surprise.

“You were watching me, weren’t you?” she asked accusingly.

Before he could answer, Gwain stepped back and tripped over an exposed tree root. Bursting into laughter at his clumsiness, she backed away a few steps. Her green eyes were the color of the reed grasses that lined the river bank and were framed by an alluring, innocent face. Gwain was spellbound. She placed her hand over her mouth to stop laughing before offering a smile to ease Gwain’s embarrassment. Gwain got to his feet and brushed off his clothing.

“Can I ask your name?” Gwain inquired.

“You may ask,” she replied curtly. ‘But I likely won’t tell you.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be forward,” Gwain said apologetically.

“I see, but you didn’t mind catching an eyeful of me in the flesh,” she replied mockingly. “I thought I sensed that someone was watching me.”

Gwain’s face and neck turned bright red.

“I am Abbess, second daughter of Gareth of Wilton,” the young woman replied in a reserved manner.

Gwain’s memory was jogged and he recognized her from the night of the sacrifice of the young woman at the Great Henge. She was the daughter of the chieftain, so he had best be careful, being a stranger from another settlement. Unable to look away from eyes that seemed to look right through him, Gwain had trouble composing himself.

“I am Gwain, a bronze worker from Abury,” Gwain replied knowing that his association with bronze making would carry some weight in how he might be perceived.

“Yes, well I must be on my way. I’ve more chores,” Abbess said, and she turned to leave.

“Wait. May I carry your beaker? It looks heavy for such a fragile girl,” Gwain offered.

“No thank you. I may look delicate, but I can assure you I am as strong as any woman in the village,” Abbess retorted.

“I meant no disrespect Abbess. It’s just that it’s warm and I fear that the long journey will tire you greatly,” Gwain said, hoping to find out where she lived.

“I live in my father’s hut overlooking the river. It’s not far,” Abbess replied.

“Please let me take your load and perhaps you can introduce me to your father the chieftain,” Gwain implored.

“And what is your intention in wanting to meet my father?” Abbess asked suspiciously.

“To ask if I might court you,” Gwain answered taking in the enticing beauty of her finely featured face.

“I am spoken for,” Abbess said haughtily as she walked away not casting Gwain a second glance.

Gwain felt a stir in his loins as she moved her womanly hips in a way that seemed purposefully aimed at tormenting him. He watched until she was almost out of earshot.

“I’ll be back young Abbess. Tell your father and whoever your phantom suitor is that Gwain, the bronze worker from Abury will return to see you again,” Gwain shouted, smiling at her feisty manner.

Abbess didn’t flinch and continued on her way.

Several men had gathered at the watering hole and had witnessed the exchange. One, a wizened old man, spoke to Gwain as he returned to his oxen.

“She is now the chieftain’s only daughter and you had better beware of his ire,” the old man said eyeing up Gwain.

“Is she spoken for?” Gwain asked.

“No. None have had the courage to ask Gareth for her hand,” the aged man said.

“Well you can tell Gareth that one who is worthy has spoken for her and that I will return soon to seek his favor. Tell him I am Gwain, bronze worker from Abury,” Gwain said as he got his oxen underway.
Tang Dynasty Dancer

Tang Dynasty Dancer



Oil on canvas 20” x 30”. Original and prints available. Contact for pricing.

Excerpt from Children of Pleiades;

“What are these things I am witnessing?” Blade asked as an image of an exotic looking woman with alabaster skin and stunning slanted eyes appeared before him.

Dressed in brightly coloured clothing, adorned in jewels and wearing an intricate headdress of ornate gold, Blade was mesmerized with the beautiful woman.

“That one, like the seductress ye encountered right here in the labyrinth underneath the moor, is one of many concubines in the carnal service of a great emperor in a land known as China,” Cuinneagáin replied.

“She is lovely,” Blade replied, spellbound by the exotic female floating in the air before him.

“Like many of the women who come to the earth to bear children she is being used and disposed of by men of low ilk. You and your descendants will become the voice for truth to defend the sanctity of all beings who hail from the Otherworld to live the short and painful life of being human,” Cuinneagáin replied. “All of what you are witnessing is occurring right now along the space-time continuum separated from the whole only by the interposition of perception which necessarily makes for projection of illusion. Nothing on earth will ever change until the purpose of human life is not determined by fear and hate.” Cuinneagáin continued.

“This I find hard to understand,” Blade replied.

“What would happen if I were to pull on a thread of your woolen tunic? It would undo the fabric of your clothing and leave a bundle of wool on the ground as well as you cold and naked,” Cuinneagáin clarified.

“That’s the truth,” Blade shot back.

“Each generation lives and dies in a heartbeat of cosmic time within the soul of the infinite. The only purpose on earth no matter when ye incarnate is to undo that which is not true. The bloodline of yer birth will see many come and go until there is one that breaks through bodily limits and sees that nothing unreal exists and nothing real can be threatened. That, young Blade is the Truth ye must pursue until the destiny of yer living spirit has been realized no matter its name or form,” Cuinneagáin stated.
Nordumaal, the Ancient, Through the Bloodied Veil

Nordumaal, the Ancient, Through the Bloodied Veil



Oil on canvas 16” x 20” unframed. Original and prints available. Contact for pricing.

Excerpt from Children of Pleiades;

A ghostly image of Nordumaal the Ancient emerging from his cavernous labyrinth appeared to be floating in the air, blood streaming down a gory veil as the evil priest peered through with his sharpened teeth dripping with the blood of one of his many sacrificial victims. The heart stopping image immobilized Gwain as he took in the surreal apparition against the backdrop a serpent filled sky.

“Death shall follow you Gwain of East Down,” Nordumaal's voice reverberated across the plain.

Gwain braced and raised his fist at the image of the priest he hated with a vengeance.

“Be it known that it is you who shall die by the blade of my knife, priest. This I promise!” Gwain yelled out.

Towering clouds boiled upward into the heavens, turning the cerulean sky to a deathly black boiling cauldron. Wind-driven rain pelted down, and lightning flashed, followed by the deafening roar of thunder. Gwain’s long black hair was soon hanging in wet strands as he searched for his beloved animal. His clothes were soaked, and the air was chilled as the rain turned to pellets of hail that stung the bare skin of his face and hands.