Daniel Clarke Art

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...

Fools Gold (diptych) Acrylic on canvas board diptych This is a genuine 24-carat gold painting, red, gold, colors of the new year. For the buyer, ...

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...

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...

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...

What is it about the West, brother, that makes us so eager for summit snow which proves too tall a test for those who crave the sky, who stretch before we die? We had the High ...

The majestic summit ascends like a shimmering twilight as misty cumulus clouds fade away behind the incandescent, crimson, golden sun. Ice-cold, frosty snow envelops the brown-co...

A huge diamond necklace in jewel store adorns the heavens’ bespangled attire; yet lest I’m thought reckless with metaphor, if into this ep...

n the sea at the end of the west Curves of orange vermillion Mathematical perfection with the sunset It leaps, it vaults over: Like an arrow straight it flies Out of the fog - sky bridge Like a flowing golden gown...

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...

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...