This painting is a direct result of life in a pandemic. In the early months of 2020 the parking lots at the open space where we hike most weekends were closed, so, we had to walk or bike in. Joe and I took turns giving each other rides up to the trails. A few times...
Time on my hands and the serendipity of a rose garden right there gave us this painting. On the way back from a late autumn trip to Lake Tahoe in 2015 Joe and I made a stop at UC Davis Med Center in Sacramento. John, Joe’s flying mentor, who had COPD, had gotten sick....
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...
shop archival prints A sweet quiet rose. Another from the Russian River Rose Company where the Sherose roses grew. A faithful piece that waited for me. I painted this one, very intermittently, on low-energy evenings, after finishing a painting, and even on my towel...
The story behind this painting is as much about what happens when we keep painting our paintings and how our stories change, as it is about the roses. I loved the soft colors and old-fashioned-ness of the roses that my sister-in-law Annie arranged in a little box on...
This one snuck up on me. I took photos of these roses at the Russian River Rose Company in Healdsburg, CA years before. The ambush happened during a Thursday evening group. I was looking through my photo library for images of softly colored roses to help a student,...
