Daniel Clarke Art

Half Moon Bay I believe in the shadows of birds, wings Full of dark angel, feathered arms Gliding for beach. This is a movie, The wings are frames ...

The sun beats down across the California desert walls and its cracked dry ground was hard as a rock. You could see windmills in a distance of the heat wave turning in slow m...

The green elm with the one great bough of gold Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, -- The short hill grass, the mushrooms small milk-white, Harebell and scabious an...

Situated just two hours north of Los Angeles, four hours from the Silicon Valley, and only 30 minutes from Santa Barbara lies the Santa Ynez Valley. On arri...

The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in ...

Eagle Rock Hillside. In the Northeast Los Angeles lies the charming district known as Eagle Rock. Hills and valleys with houses nestled on hilltops. A Plein Air marvel to be sure...

Walking in the high desert, My heart was ever at ease. Whether in the noon day sun, Or in the evening breeze. My wonder never ceased. The burning sands around me, And God ...

After a cool spring rain near Palm Springs the California landscape looks so inviting full of flowers desert joy and impressionism blissfulness :: Painting :: Impressionist :: This p...

Radiant purple gospel red and bold yellow tulips picture frames of beauty adorn the grassy hills of Tuscany and What ever becomes of this love parade are the fancy white and ...

It’s as if each atrium of my heart has been lassoed And hooked To the corners of this room A room described as endless and beautiful and indecisive But a room that will tug unt...

'Happiness is.... Walking the streets of Paris & breathing in the magical scents of the boulangeries on the winter air.' I replied 'Happiness is.... Walking in ...

Laguna Beach longing Laguna Beach, I’m longing for highways that fade to sandy sidewalks and sunlight pouring down like golden rain in metallic hues of bronze and copper on skin softened by seabreeze and saltwater waves edged with lace-fine foam and artists who capture it all hanging above time-worn leather or galleries with auras of glass prisms and silver chrome vignettes of gas stations and traffic and crowded oceanside scenes suspended in time a sugar cone heaped with lemony gelato made salty sweet with Johnny Rocket’s fries a girl’s chlorine-bleached butternut macadamia hair dripping in coconut oils and pure light saturated pastel skies raked with spiderwebbing branches and stormed through with eucalyptus leaves she’s artlessly hanging of trees and becomes breathless smiles and bruised knees and one of those artists is brushing gold on plexiglass and she stands, coral pink flecked...