YOU NEED ART! SPARHAWK ORIGINALS


T H E      H A W K S     P E R C H     G A L L E R Y

Calla Lilies and Leaf, InteriorT h e      H a w k s     P e r c h      G a l l e r y

on Carmel Valley Road is filled with beautiful paintings. mermaid facing leftLADY BUG MOON WALK Everybody needs a painting in their lives! And~~ I can’t help the feeling~~ the more the merrier.

Big Sur Kitchen, Rabbit Vase and PoppiesOPEN NOON TO FOUR DAILY TIL LONGER HOURS IN SPRING EMAIL    sparhawk@barbarasparhawk.com  for appointments at any other time, glad to make it your day

There is no wall in anybody’s life that is too small or crowded that will not benefit from another painting.

Detail Center, Artist and Three Cats   White IrisDSCF4165ALL MY PAINTINGS ARE MUSEUM QUALITY ~~ IN RICHLY PIGMENTED OILS ~ STUNNING COLOR ~ STRONG IMPASTO POTENT EXPRESSIONISM !!DSCF3782A good painting produces a powerful connect in us, straight to our interior ~ to explain the heart’s undescribed beatings ~ fix the eye on color that excites or reminisces ~ clear a path to untried places.  Here is the unmet friend. DSCF4202And you will also find beautiful PEN & INK drawings,

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JensenPORTRAITS (great commission prices)

Blue Bird WatcjerPlasterD   DETAIL RT.CHILD, EXQUISITE Renaissance Sculptures, Handmade Redwood Frames, Turtle-shaped Drawer Pulls. Dexter Lives Here

Hand-Painted SIGNS ON WOOD, DSCF3994Garden Light Garden Light Fixtures, Tibetan NecklacesDSCF3810       USED BOOKS – NOVELS and ART BOOKS,  beautiful GREETING CARDS, great chairs to sit and look, read….and Inspiration in every direction! The whole place is alive with beautiful things. Come add to that……………..DSCF4233

The Hawks Perch 

6 miles in from the Ocean

9700 Robinson Canyon Road

COME FOR A VISIT

Van Gogh to 125 Bond StreetOPEN NOON TO FOUR DAILY TIL LONGER HOURS IN SPRING

EMAIL sparhawk@barbarasparhawk.com for appointments at any other time, glad to make it your daySparhawk mona lisa 2

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Big Sur Magic


THE TRAIL YOU ARE BLAZING HAS LED YOU TO…

this one extraordinary bit of land, this Big Sur, this sudden, rough mix of elements and hold-in-the-hand substance.

I see it with my eyes, I see it in the faces and eyes and bodies of strangers who stand to experience the shock, the embrace, the startling intake, the welcoming thirst to want more to never leave.

Do locals tire of it? Is a complacency reached, a saturation when all events turn non-eventful. No.

It is the redwood windsong that I hear, my neighbor’s halloo: Have you seen the flower on the river bank? Look, look at those clouds! The ocean was unbelievable this morning…at dawn. Come this way, stand here, look at the mist over Apple Pie Ridge, can you believe…it’s violet! 

There is no complacency, not in the eyes nor in the souls of all who come to this most west of western ground. It is perhaps the most welcome loss of innocence. It is perhaps the unmet friend.