Daniel Clarke Art

The Carpathian Mountains, wonderous and ancient as the country they exist in. Magnificent mountains calling us to climb to the top of the world. Romania and its surrounding ca...

At Multnomah Falls The leaves burn crimson and gold Patiently I wait We walked the one mile up the concrete path hand in hand at the end overlooking the waterfalls Our eyes st...

The roads have crumbled into dust The Appian Way leads us to Rome While time records your earthly lust with statues by the way Fragmented pieces of the past lives of another d...

Napa Vista no. 30 More than 400 wineries dot the fertile soils of Napa Valley, one of the world’s premier wine regions and famous for its prized Cabernet Sauvignon. Stroll throu...

Abstract Impressionism is an art movement that originated in New York City, in the 1940s. It involves the painting of a subject such as real-life scenes, objects, or people (portrait...

Tohoku Japan Northeast region, or Northeast Japan (????, T?hoku-nihon) consists of the northeastern portion of Honshu, the largest island of Japan. This traditional region consists o...

Take me back, to Malibu memories, o childhood days when everything had a simplistic view and a' that mattered, were the waves Take me back, te Safety Bay sunrise, in the Dunes...

Big Sur is living poetry. Grace in physical form. Love exemplified. You come to Big Sur looking for “somethingâ€

Many men Have searched all over Tuscany and never found What I found there, the heart of the light Itself shelled and leaved, balancing On filaments themselves falling. The sec...

Looking forward to the holiday of a lifetime, Destination never before ever undertaken, A very scary journey for me, I can only imagine being, As a first time traveler across the...

The Coast Road stretches south The somber cover of high fog cleared off at eventide and from the south the helicopter gunship came in staccato, growing sound up the coast, explo...

Gambling With Tarot Cards Gambling with Tarot cards, got The Devil in the palm of my hands with the edges creased, The Devils in the details and He knows me well, holding 3 6’s...

Observatory Environs Acrylic on canvas board Griffith Observatory is an observatory in Los Angeles, California on the south-facing slope of Mount Hollywood in Griffith Park. It c...

To say I love Los Angeles is to say I love its shadows and nightlights, its meandering streets, the stretch of sunset-colored beaches. It’s to say I love the squawking wild par...

The Blue Vase 12" x 18" Standing tall in the middle of the room. My blue vase talks to the children as it glows in the mid day sun :: Painting :: Impressionist :: This piece com...

Across the Mediterranean lovers gaze as the ships roll by. Greek Ionic Vista :: Painting :: Impressionist :: This piece comes with an official certificate of authenticity signed b...

Hyacinths spellbound in our Eyes Is that an attitude for a flower, to stand like a club at the walk; poor slain boy, is that a way to show gratitude to the gods? White with co...

It could be Paris or New Orleans. The mystery of the evening light gives us the same lost feeling in the middle of the urban tunnel. We go there to escape. We go there to meet o...

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...

Have you ever been to Santorini on a boat when you were young and blond and gorgeous and free? Have you ever been to Santorini when life lay before you like a joke a challen...

The rains have come, the winds are shrill, Dark clouds are trailing near the ground; The mists have clothed each naked hill, And all is sad and drear around. The swollen torren...

I sit and watch the waters flowing by Before the flower gardens seen by all: A place like this you're free to loosen ties And break the empty shell of sudden squalls. Back hom...

Near the entrance, a patch of tall grass. Near the tall grass, long-stemmed plants; each bending an ear-shaped cone to the pond’s surface. If you looked closely, you could ...

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...

Key West Bungalow She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motio...

Once when I was living in the heart of a pomegranate, I heard a seed saying, “Someday I shall become a tree, and the wind will sing in my branches, and the sun will dance on my l...

In the autumn's light, the chateau glows Until the darkness takes over And then, we kiss that eternal kiss While the night falls into a million stars And the moon's blue light fa...

Not only the cultivated ones in parks and gardens, unfolding immaculate petals on a terrace or trellis, and not just the wild ones, kissed by elegant birds in jungle foliage, or brig...

The grandeur of a majestic mountain standing proud against the horizon with its snow-capped peak enveloped in fleecy white clouds against a clear azure blue sky The glorious m...

May your blooms be floriferous and in good form, Distinctive, with good substance, flare, and airborne, With standards and falls that endure, never torn. May you display many buds...

As I sit by the table and observe the flowers and Martini sprinkled with little purple weeds, dotted with clumps of yellow daffodils, I think about how much I love flowers. Roses...

I went to tour a grand and swarming garden Of towering green hedgerows, and sundry ornate florets. In the heart of the garden, was a stone enclosure, Surrounding an ancient jade p...

There is no time like Spring, When life’s alive in everything, Before new nestlings sing, Before cleft swallows speed their journey back Along the trackless track â...

Oregon, I remember you. The way your trees were unregretful and made imploring love to the rounded breasts of the sky. Tumble down to Portland in a jeep and see men so poor they have no home standing in line for soup. Standing in line for hymns, hope, a place without razor blades and naysayers to sleep. Tumble down to Portland and see the questions in their faces, the lost yet the found. The lines of mankind are long. No one to hold your place. Glisten in the evening rain...

Aren't we all one-day butterflies, not aware of time. Searching for partners or honey until Death kisses us. Then in his arms, tenderly rocked, waiting for a new chance to fly ...

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...

Historically speaking, The Original Los Angeles Flower Market has a proud heritage and family history that span nearly an entire century. Inspired by the success of local Japanese-American growers who had established the city's first major flower market in 1912 (the Southern California Flower...

The dreamed Christmas, flakes shaken out of silences so far and starry we can't sleep for listening for papery rustles out there in the night and wake to find our ceiling glimmering, the day a psaltery of light. So we're out over the snow fields before it's all seen off with a salt-lick of Atlantic air, then home at dusk, snow-blind from following chains of fox and crow and hare, to a fire, a roasting bird, a ringing phone, and voices wondering where we are. A day foretold by images of glassy pond, peasant and snowy roof over the holy child iconed in gold. Or women shawled...

Time and a river flowing, The river flowing free, From snowy mountain summits, To a balmy tropic sea. The Colorado River, A river running free, It c...

Philippines Environs She was broken up Into seven thousand One hundred seven pieces Of unproportionate sizes Mother Nature compensated her With the longest coastline In the whole world The deepest point On the planet That man can ever dive And the most biologically diverse Waters of Mother Earth More diverse than the clouds And stars above. She is as pure And beautiful As the Mother Pearl Lying in the heart Of the Orient Seas Her beauty captivated millions They want her Keep her As their very own. But her beauty Has its own curse Nature puts her On fire On the edges Of the largest ocean on Earth In the Pacific Ring Of Fire. She is as just big As the Mini Mouse Compared with the Giant Panda Its breadth and dimension Have been laid down Since time immemorial In accordance with the laws of men and God Anchored by the values Of equality and respect. Her territorial jurisdiction Is just enough for her children to settle And divide among themselves Yet super powers Of different colors want Her bluest seas Her whitest shores Her longest coastline Her deepest waters Her volcano which peak Claims the sky with the Most perfect cone in the whole world And the Philippine Eagle...

Philippines Environs She was broken up Into seven thousand One hundred seven pieces Of unproportionate sizes Mother Nature compensated her With the longest coastline In the whole world The deepest point On the planet That man can ever dive And the most biologically diverse Waters of Mother Earth More diverse than the clouds And stars above. She is as pure And beautiful As the Mother Pearl Lying in the heart Of the Orient Seas Her beauty captivated millions They want her Keep her As their very own. But her beauty Has its own curse Nature puts her On fire On the edges Of the largest ocean on Earth In the Pacific Ring Of Fire. She is as just big As the Mini Mouse Compared with the Giant Panda Its breadth and dimension Have been laid down Since time immemorial In accordance with the laws of men and God Anchored by the values Of equality and respect. Her territorial jurisdiction Is just enough for her children to settle And divide among themselves Yet super powers Of different colors want Her bluest seas Her whitest shores Her longest coastline Her deepest waters Her volcano which peak Claims the sky with the Most perfect cone in the whole world And the Philippine Eagle...

Mount Hood is a potentially active stratovolcano in the Cascade Volcanic Arc. It was formed by a subduction zone on the Pacific coast and rests in the Pacific Northwest region of the United States. It is located about 50 miles (80 km) east-southeast of Portland, on the border between Clackamas and Hood River...

Come out into the evening streets of the Latin Quarter. The green light lessens in the west. The city laughs and liveliest her fervid pulse of pleasure ...

On the beach, Sunday afternoon I applaud you, my homeland .. . this Golden State! From Coronado Island... to the Golden Gate We live on the edge of a continent... With masses of land that stretch out to the sea One can lie on the beach . .. and drink in the breeze Our glorious coastline, the Central Valley...

Balboa Park is a cultural oasis that includes 17 museums, gardens galore and the world-famous San Diego Zoo. At 1,200 acres, Balboa Park is one of North ...

In the land titled the Gift of the Nile, where pharaohs rode in gilded chariots, 149 feet she elegantly stands, in the sandy plains of Giza For decades long gone, shes taken t...

Grim stones whose gray lips keep your secret well, Our hands that touch you touch an ancient terror, An ancient woe, colossal citadel Of some fierce faith, some heaven-affronting ...

Mardi Gras!! 16" x 20" Acrylic on canvas board Ever since the flames licked my fair pink burning flesh, Beads fly by Kids grab for candy Bands...

Sedona Cathedral consciousness conceived as complex matrices patterns contained within patterns. magnetic anomaly brainwave synchronization unrecognized vortex activity locatio...

You’ve heard this story before – becoming unravelled in Europe or assaulted in some roadhouse but bold as nipples and booted. Recovering with bourbon and red wine in a soft ...

In the dead of night when silence reigns Among dancing flames his kind face smiles Lily white beard circling chin, eyes so deep Love’s warmth defies iciness of death That chill...

The rocks, lean fingers of the land, Reach out into the sea And cool themselves, all day long, In the tide drippingly. They catch the seaweed in them And the...

I am the scarlet parrot from the Amazon, Intelligent, beautiful, passionate, Trapped in a cage too small for my wings. Bored, With nothing but a pretty bell To keep me enterta...

Fool's Gold no.. 24 Acrylic on canvass board Every man wants a treasure Something loving and filled with pleasure With passion and companionship Is a remarkable accomplishment...

It's winter in Alberta And the gentle breezes blow. Seventy miles an hour, At thirty-five below. Oh, how I love Alberta, When the snow's up to your butt, You take a breath of w...

Year of the Tiger The New Year is coming amid the sound of firecrackers, The spring breeze has wafted the warm breath with Tusu wine. While the ri...

How I love my little garden, where I sit and contemplate. My perfect piece of paradise inside my garden gate. Hanging baskets, pretty pots, the flowers are brimming over. The grass so green, the buttercups, the daisies, and the clover. Honeysuckle and jasmine giving off its sweet perfume. Pretty lilies open wide, rose bushes in full bloom. In summer they stand tall and proud as the buds turn into flowers. I sit and watch as they all flourish and while away the hours. I see the little fledglings nesting high up in the trees. Bees in and out the bushes with their variegated leaves, Where they gather all the pollen, then soar into the sky. They're heading home at speed, returning to the hive. The melody of the wind chimes as they tinkle in the breeze Interwoven with gossamer cobwebs, at night the spider weaves. The sunshine sparkles on the pond where the water lilies grow. Golden fish and tadpoles swimming safely down below. It's all so very peaceful relaxing in the sun Where the butterflies flutter by having so much fun. The sun goes down and darkness falls, the moon is big and bold, Where all that live in the garden have a story to be told. The little gnomes are watching the pixies and the sprites Dancing by the wishing well, aglow with fairy lights...

Down in the ocean we dive and discover a whole world that is lovely, strange, and colorful :: Painting :: Impressionist :: This piece comes with an official certificate of authentici...

San Juan Islands Stuart Island Lighthouse Sitting on a rock, sweatpants and sneakers Long hair, skinny, looking out, wind blows Fir tree needles s...

Oh Venice! Venice! when thy marble walls / Are level with the waters, there shall be / A cry of nations o’er thy sunken halls, / A loud lament along the sweeping sea!’ Many write...