This painting started in a tiny moment. It was early May. I had picked some roses from the garden and put them in three small vases on the dining room table. Sometime in the next few days, late in the afternoon, I breezed by while heading back to my studio. 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...
In 2011, I had a show at the Two Bird restaurant in San Geronimo Valley, where I grew up. A woman bought the artist’s proof of my Honey Bee and Rugosa Roses, which ended her up on my mailing list. When I sent out a postcard with Blush for Open Studios in 2013, she...
This painting began the evening before I was to lead a Saturday workshop on painting glass. At the last minute, I wanted something new to work on—something real, not just an exercise. It was early June, around 6 p.m., and I wandered the yard looking for flowers to...
Shop Archival Prints In our Fairfax house, the sunniest spot is the side yard – we had to walk around the house to reach it. One day just before Easter 2014, I found a single rose in full bloom and one lilac cluster—the first ever from a bush that had never...
