For some reason, I’ve been really resistant to wearing glasses to read, even as my eyes are going through the aging process that affects nearly all of us – I’m becoming far-sighted. I put off wearing drug-store cheaters to read as long as possible – until sometime...
My world-class commute! When I came back from my stay in Paris in 1996, I settled back here in a house in San Anselmo (in Marin) and worked in San Francisco. I either took the ferry across the bay to the Ferry Building or the bus across the Golden Gate Bridge. Not...
I just finished another painting and part of me can barely stand to look at it and call it mine. This part of me worries that I got the shadows on the rose murky, the yellow is too intense and brassy. It tells me parts of the leaves are clumsily painted and the...
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 last 10 minutes of painting – hear me talk about painting technique – and a bit of the story behind how it came to be: Now, watch as I painted “around the...
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...
