The path to a painting is rarely direct—especially this one. It began with a photo I took in early fall 2008, just a year after I started showing my art. I was driving back from an errand at the North Bay Gallery in Sonoma when I spotted white grapes along Highway 12. Rows of vines heavy with fruit are irresistible to me—I had to pull over and take pictures. Those images sat in my “grapes” folder for nine years before it was their time.
More recently, I’d been considering a different grape photo from my parents’ garden, but something wasn’t clicking. I returned to the Sonoma images and was struck by the browned, curling leaf on the left—it was so beautifully imperfect. And I loved the one grape tucked inside a leaf on the right. I’d never have thought of that!
The original photo had a wide cluster that needed a full sheet of paper, but I Photoshopped the composition into a tall, narrow format to match two earlier grape paintings: Mid-Summer Zin and Juicyfruit.
The challenge here was painting the subtlety. My past grape pieces were bold—reds, purples, blues. These lighter hues required a delicate touch, and the light danced unevenly from grape to grape. Balancing light and shadow while keeping the colors varied enough to be interesting was tricky.
While working on this painting, wildfires tore through nearby Sonoma County. It felt right to name this piece Sonoma—a small gesture of love and honor for a place loved by so many.
September-October 2017 – 30″x13.5″ – Watercolor on paper
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