It’s Easter morning, my phone said 5:37am. I’ve not been sleeping well for weeks, waking up in the middle of the night hot and with my cranky shoulder aching. Thankfully I was able to get back to sleep so I have a reasonably bright brain. I just read my dear friend...
Shop Archival Prints You know those moments when everything stops, for just a split second? This painting started like that. The kitchen sink at our Fairfax house looked out through a garden window to the back yard into a terraced hillside. The huge hill behind...
Inspiration and energy to make these watercolor paintings have been relatively steady resources in the past dozen or more years. I have a folder of “candidates” – photos I’ve taken that have given me the message they are worth spending my time on. Most of the...
Contact Me For Details This one came through at a time of mild panic. Inspiration for the next painting has always been steady. I keep a folder of photos calling to be painted—the problem is never ideas, just time. But this time, nothing spoke to me. I sifted through...
Shop Archival Prints It was an evening in spring. I brought a little vinegar-bottle vase with a Sunset Celebration rose and sprigs of sage flowers to our neighbors the Wheelers across the street from our Fairfax house. The lovely evening light and the wisteria in...
