shop archival prints These were little tiny roses – maybe three inches across. Yet they were more than enough for a full sheet of watercolor paper. I came upon them in the Boboli gardens, on a steep hillside across the Arno from Florence. I was there with my...
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...
shop archival prints Raindrops are magic. They just are. They hang there for a short while – until they either grow heavy and drop, are blown off by wind or dried up by the sun. When there is sun, they sparkle, becoming even more enchanting. We artists are drawn to...
These roses grow in a beautiful garden called Filoli that is a parade of glory from the first blossoms in spring, through the fall with colorful leaves and fruit. I used to live close to Woodside where this garden grows – I visited it often in my 20’s. My...
I found these roses in a corner of a friend’s garden. Yummy tropical-punch colors, and a combination of the back side of one rose – no less compelling than the front – and the ¾ view of another, catching the light just so. In the early spring of 2016,...
This painting has quite a story. I’ve written a whole post about it in my journal. I started it on a trip to Kauai in 2013 then abandoned it until early in 2015 when I realized it needed a color scheme change. What was mostly red turned into a lot more pink and...
