A photo I took, over the top of a fence on my tiptoes! Today marks six months of writing a post to my online journal every, single Tuesday. Through the holidays and the busy times and the weeks I thought I had nothing to say, I’ve found something and I’ve written and...
The first time I ever painted was in June of 1992. My mom and I took a Saturday class – painting flowers in watercolor. I painted a somewhat awkward blue iris – and I fell in love – with the playing with the colors and the texture of watercolor...
I have been work-ing on my painting. Almost done! Families have cultures. My family’s culture surrounds two things: food/cooking and work/being productive. My dad was a high school teacher, and before my mom went to work full time when I was about junior high age,...
Right now I’m working on a new, big (it’s 40”x40”) painting that is very different from anything else I’ve ever painted. It’s a collage based on an image of me standing in front of one of the clocks inside the Museé d’Orsay in Paris, the beautiful museum...
Bo, up near the top of the hill on our morning walk today. The San Francisco skyline is barely visible in the center at the horizon. As any of you who have been reading these posts for a while knows, most weekday mornings I take our dog Bo up the hill that is on the...
In November 2009, my mom and I flew to New York to see an exhibition of Joseph Raffael’s paintings at the Nancy Hoffman Gallery in Chelsea. Joseph and his family used to live in the San Geronimo Valley where I grew up and where my mom and dad still live. When we...
