The path to a painting is rarely direct—especially this one. It began with a photo I took in early fall 2008, just a year after I started showing my art. I was driving back from an errand at the North Bay Gallery in Sonoma when I spotted white grapes along Highway 12....
shop for archival prints rose gallery Contact Me For Details This painting is a memoir of a spectacular day. On the last day of the Pilgrimage to Paris I led in 2015, four of us took a day trip to Monet’s gardens. After a rainy and cloudy week, Friday treated us...
My Mama and I have just returned from four days in Brooklyn, New York City and New Jersey. The catalyst was the opportunity to see Joseph Raffael’s art in- person at an exhibition in a gallery in Chelsea. But the real heart of the visit was the chance to spend time...
I wasn’t raised with poetry. Though, we did have Mother Goose and I remember reading Robert Louis Stevenson’s “A Child’s Garden of Verses” at a friend’s house. But apart from that, Mom read us story books. I had two friends from middle childhood through high school...
My hope and intention when I decided to hike 60 miles up and back to the summit of Mount Whitney this summer was to give myself a physical test. I wanted to know the strength in my body. Though it did take stamina and I ran out of energy on day 5 because I didn’t...
