Whisper
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This painting reveals to me how we just never know.
The same tree, the same spring flowers on a different day made for an entirely different painting, feeling, message. The other piece I called “Cozy” and it’s in the “Little Ones” gallery. It’s intimate and sweet. It’s a small painting, but its message is also bite-sized.
These flowers, as they came through my brushes, have a breeze going through them. They clear my head. Gently. Using my beloved Sister Mary Neill’s words “they don’t insist.”
They whisper to us.
22″x22″ – Spring 2024 – Watercolor on paper.
AmaZin
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Oh, the story of this painting – nothing close to a straight line from start to finish.
I first drew it out in September 2021 and started it the next month. The final touches went down in late October 2023 – and then, only after a decision to buckle down and bring it all the way through, already!
The spirit of this painting has been patient and faithful.
The grapes are Zinfandel, from my friend Sue’s ranch in Cloverdale. After Zintopia, it’s my second painting from this vineyard. The way this patch of grapes is postioned on the hill, the sunlight shows off their late-summer colors spectacularly. A few more fabulous images from this vineyard wait for me in my “candidates” folder. Maybe some day…
The background is one of the more elaborate I’ve ever done, which took it’s sweet time to come together. Somewhere in that phase I decided the way I had it composed had to change. I needed to prune some of the grapes at the bottom and replace them with leaves, covering my tracks along the way – tricky!
The photo included “markings” on the grapes – watermarks? Curiously, they were in the bright sunlit part as well as in the shadows. I painted these variations for the first time in a vineyard painting. Something new!
The name is simply me being playful. The jury is still out about whether the “Z” should be capitalized or not.
For now, we’ll go with AmaZin
Completed October 2023 – 30″x22″ – Watercolor on paper
Glee
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The wish for some easy, delight-filled painting time during the summer of 2023 inspired this one. Pink and orange are a very favorite color combination. There are no other flowers that get me than roses.
It’s another view into the opulent boquet of roses that became Lavish. I squished the roses all in together with Photoshop, since the bouquet is years past. The bush itself is also gone. It didn’t survive a garden remodel in Anne and Gary’s front yard. These two paintings will have to be the rest of the story.
As is the way with making art in the real world, my fantasies about this being skip-it-y-do-da kind of painting evaporated fairly early on. The mostly orange rose, tucked into the shadow in the center-right gave me fits. I got it too dark and murky. I have come to terms with the reality that as long as I paint, there will be stuff like this I’ll be faced with. There will always be parts of paintings I wish I could start back with bare paper. But, this is watercolor and the process has its limitations. Nevertheless, I am happy – enough – with it in the end.
I have no idea where the name came from, exactly. Glee just sounded right. The mood I was hoping for as I painted – and – a combination of harmonizing voices.
Summer 2023 – 22″x22″ – Watercolor on paper
Roma
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There’s so much here in this painting!
There’s the trip to Europe with my family, the day walking around Rome with my sweetie and our nibling HLeigh, then the idea and the process of painting it…
In 2017, the year my sister-in-law Vernona turned 50, she organized a trip to Europe. She, my brother Joe and their four kids were doing a grand tour. When my parents signed on, I lobbied my Joe to join them – for at least some of the trip. I had a feeling it could be the last time we got to be in Italy with my dad. As it turns out it was. We savor the time we had there with all of them. And will especially treasure the time with my papa.
The trip included a trip to Rome. Dad wasn’t able to walk much, so one day, Joe, HLeigh and I set out wandering on foot. We made our way across central Rome to the Campo dei Fiori – a square that has a rich and varied history. It was the site for papal excecutions and book burnings centuries ago and has been a daily market for fruits, vegetables and fish since the 1860’s. Now it seems to be more a tourist spot than where Roman citizens do their shopping. The vibe reminded me of Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco.
We had breakfast at a café on the periphery and then took a walk around the square. There were some beautiful displays of produce and flowers amidst the souvenir and scarf vendors. I took photos of the splashes of color wherever I saw it, HLeigh took a drink from one of Rome’s many ever-flowing fountains and we headed on.
The prompt to actually paint it came in the summer of 2020 when “Zinoasis” – a large square painting of zinfandel grapes – sold to someone out of state. I took the painting out of the frame to ship it in a large tube, leaving me a really nice frame that needed art.
I was going to just do a straight painting of it but then on a hike it came to me to paint it through the map of Rome, just as I did the flower stall through the map of Paris several years ago.
The first thing was to figure out what part of the map to use and at what scale. My math head came in handy to figure out the scale of the Paris map painting – 2.7 kilometers, square. And HLeigh’s friend Livia, who is a bona fide native Romana gave me feedback on the section of the map.
Now for the real challenge! I chose to draw and paint it just as I did “Paris” – no contour drawing for the actual shapes. The only pencil lines on my watercolor paper were those of the map. Each plum, tomato and apricot were eye-balled from the map superimposed on the reference image. And I avoided the lines of the map with my brush; no masking fluid!
I do believe this is the most difficult painting I’ve done to date. I had to make each object read as contiguous and three-dimensional, even as each one was painted in separate sections. And those baskets put me through it!
The name of this one follows the lead of “Paris” Rather than call it “Rome,” I decided, when in Rome… call it “Roma.”
A fun bit of synchronicity: the beautiful frame that has been waiting for this painting is made by an Italian company called Roma.
29”x29” – Spring 2021 – Watercolor on paper.
Returning
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This is one of those paintings that come from mining the treasures I collect and hold on to (sometimes for a very long time) before making them into paintings.
The timestamp on the photo is December 2006. I was coming home from hiking the hill near our house with our dog BJ. As we walked by the house down the street, the lawn next to the sidewalk was strewn with the leaves from their liquid amber trees, iced with frost.
My eyes landed on this one vignette of overlapping and turning leaves. Even though this is not a rare occurrence, I’m still amazed at the wonderful mystery of how we are caught by something so specific within a sea of visual information. It’s as if I hear “this, this, look at THIS!”
I dashed home for my little Canon Elf camera – this was pre-iPhone – to capture it before the sun came up enough to melt the frost.
Two forms of hesitation have kept me from painting it all these years: first, how am I going to take on painting this? All that frost! And then: who is going to want a painting of ice? Most people are drawn to all the warmth and sunlight in my work.
But I appreciated the fire-and-ice quality to it – the warmth even in the cold. So, there it rested, patiently, in my “candidates” folder.
When the world shut down and we all stayed at home the spring of 2020, there were two more Saturdays on the schedule of a “Basics and Beyond” series I was teaching. With the shift to Zoom, I felt compelled to come up with a new group exercise, since I couldn’t support each student working on a painting of their own choosing, as I do when we are in-person.
I decided to use a piece of this image for the session called “Lost and Found in the Details.” In the process of demonstrating how I’d paint the multiple colors around the white spots of the frost, I found myself really liking the result – and having fun!
Adding to the impetus to do a full painting of these frosty leaves was the idea that came to me to create the 2021 calendar with paintings of images that were captured within walking distance from home – the beauty found right here in our neighborhood.
The name has a few connotations: returning home from the hike, returning to capture the image of these leaves as they are returning to the earth at the end of the season. We turn and re-turn.
22”x22” – April 2020 – Watercolor on paper
Hello
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There are pieces of art I’ve made that have held lots of meaning, some of them have become “important” even before I’ve started painting. This one, not so much. I decieded to paint it just for the fun of it- the colors, the light, the simplicity. And since I can be such a serious and purposeful person, this is really good for me!
I took the photo more than 10 years before painting. I noticed this sweet flower along a path in Anne and Gary’s garden – the same one that is the source of my peaches and apricot paintings, as well as the gorgeous roses that became “Lavish” in 2019. This dahlia was a tiny little thing, not more than 4″ across. In reality it was all pink, except for a golden center, but I had to mess with it, addig more orange, to make it sort of tutti-frutti – just for fun.
Pam, an artist in our Friday group, helped me with the title. Just about finished, I had it up on an easel in Larkspur. She walked in the door and said “Well that’s a big ‘hello’!” Funny, I was considernig calling it “Hello” but was, as I often am, doubting it. I love having my inclinations accidentally affirmed! So, just after finishng a small rose painting I called “Farewell,” here is “Hello” – marking the partings and greetings of life.
January-February 2020 – 22″x22″ – Watercolor on paper
Fascination
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Inspiration and energy to make these watercolor paintings have been relatively steady resources in the past dozen or more years. I have a folder of “candidates” – photos I’ve taken that have given me the message they are worth spending my time on. Most of the time when going through this folder, looking at all these beautiful pictures, I can imagine myself jumping in to start painting pretty much any one of them. My problem is not having enough time.
But after finishing “Aria” in July, I was fresh out of something to paint and a look through my candidates left me totally flat. I spent 2 or 3 days digging through the rest of my image library looking for something that I may have overlooked. I never know when something from a while ago will reach out and grab me by the throat (ok, by the heart) – as it did with both “Sherose” and “Lavish.” Even there… nothing.
The thoughts were scary. Uh, oh. What if the inspiration well has run dry? What if I can’t paint flowers, fruit – all the stuff I’ve loved to paint for two decades – anymore, then what?
Then I went to my friend Samantha Davidson’s. Sam gives the most heavenly facials on Earth. On my way out the door, all tension drained from me, I saw this amazing faceted glass bowl, about the size of a cantaloupe, on her dining room table. It had a single stem of a pink hydrangea in it. The way the squares of glass caught and reflected the light, all the colors and iridescence! My gosh! It HAD to be painted!
Sam happily lent it to me. I came home and found a few things in the garden, waited for the sun to dip a lower in the sky and took several dozen photos. It felt great to come alive, to have something I couldn’t wait to paint!
I let myself pull out all the stops in Photoshop: use the image with the most colors in the pieces of glass, and then add in a few more; use the one that had a break in the flowers to keep it from being too heavy, add a leaf at the top to carry the eye skyward, and of course shift the colors to give myself maximum joy.
As I watched myself paint the glass itself, I realized how important it is to really paint what I see. The grid-like, linear aspect of this would make it really easy for my left brain to jump in and “organize” it all. In order to make it look real and alive, I had to let the uneven borders, bending lines and diminishing sizes and proportions be as they were, in order for it to really live.
Our Tahoe vacation was busier and more distracted than normal, so I came home having made very little progress and with a fire under my butt to get it finished in time for the Sausalito Art Festival. I took it on a camping trip in mid-August and even painted it on the picnic table in our dusty Russian River campsite, by (LED) lantern until well past dark. I was determined to get it done!
Somewhere in the last couple of days working on it the title sifted in. The root of the word “fascinate” in Latin is connected to “spell” and “witchcraft.” When overcome by the hunger, the need to paint something like I did this one, I do feel bewitched. That the word “facet” has a similar sound doesn’t hurt either. Here it is – meet “Fascination.”
August 2019 – 29”x29”– Watercolor on Paper.
September
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Walking back up our street after a hike up the neighborhood hill with the dog, I saw fruit on the plum tree. Not unusual, plum trees do bear fruit. But this was in September! Normally the plums are gone by at least mid-August. The leaves were starting to turn colors already.
The sight of the autumn leaves along with the reds, pinks and even violet colors in the fruit, still moist with the morning – was just beautiful. So, I came right back with the car, a ladder and my camera to take a bunch of pictures.
All of this was 5 or 6 years before any painting happened. None of the images were painting-ready from the get go. I spent hours and hours in Photoshop collaging, removing, adding. I loved the colors and the leaves. Still, something was missing.
A Saturday workshop on fruit had me hunting for something to demonstrate on – and I thought: what the hell? I started it for a workshop late in 2017 and then it was usurped by other paintings that insisted on coming through first.
As happens, after it sat patiently unfinished in my studio, I found renewed energy for it. It was high summer and I needed something colorful to work on. The background was fun – a particularly lively fuzzy background where I felt free with color and shape. This is the first thing I’ve painted where there were out-of-focus elements in both the background and the foreground.
The magic in this painting continues to be the fact that there was still fruit so late in the season. It’s not happened since – I’ve been paying attention. That was a special year. I’m happy that it’s been memorialized. Cherry plums in September.
August – September 2018 – 29″x29″ – Watercolor on paper
Napa
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These leaves were on the side of Highway 29, the main route through the Napa Valley – it was late November or early December and I was coming back from a lunch at Greystone in St, Helena with Joanne – a dear friend visiting here from Boston. The afternoon sun this late in the year was already fairly low in the sky. The sunlight caught these leaves on the side of the road – making the reds and yellows incandescent. I am obedient to inspiration, so I pulled over on the rough shoulder and climbed between the wires of the fence with my camera.
As almost always happens, of the dozens of pictures that I snap (grateful for the freedom to do that with digital photography), one or two stand out – this was one of them. But a reluctance to paint it was there too. There were no grapes… the main leaf is curled and does not have much of a “grape leaf” shape… and through the bright colors and the lovely light, I felt a certain melancholy. I remember saying this image made my heart hurt in the best way. Who would want a painting of melancholy?
Fast forward a lot of years to October of 2017 when a great firestorm raced through this part of our world… I was painting some white wine grapes from an image I’d snapped on the side of Highway 12 in Sonoma – the Valley of the Moon. In the midst of the devastation and grief everyone around here was feeling – especially because of how beloved these areas are – it occurred to me to call the painting of Chardonnay grapes “Sonoma” and be brave enough to paint this one and call it “Napa.”
Being a meaning-seeking junkie, I had to know if the name Napa means something. It turns out the origin of Napa is a mystery. So it will have to suffice that these paintings are simply my connection to these beautiful valleys.
November 2017 – January 2018 – 22″x30″ – Watercolor on paper
Flourish
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On the last day of the Pilgrimage to Paris I led in 2015 four of us took a day trip to another place of inspiration – Monet’s gardens at Giverny. It had been rainy and cloudy all week, but that Friday was spectacular with blue sky and puffy white clouds. My previous two visits to Giverny were both in the springtime, so I wondered whether there would still be much in bloom in autumn. I was happy to discover there was plenty of color – with dozens of varieties of dahlias at their peak, as well as the beginnings of fall color in the big, established trees that surround the lily pond.
So what did I need to paint first? Roses, of course! I’m pretty hopeless in my devotion to them. These late-season blooms were cascading down from a vine on the large turquoise arbor-like structure in the part of the garden towards the house. They had arranged themselves in a lovely composition and the splashes of color and rich greens in the background were a nice contrast to the delicately colored petals. The deal was sealed by the blue and turquoise in the colors of the arbor and the sky.
When I paint I’m more of a mixer of color than a layer-er. My brush hits different wells on my palette bringing various colors to a spot in the middle until I come to the color in my mind’s eye. But the shadowy parts of these roses told me to try something different. I was concerned that if I mixed too much I might end up with dull, dead colors. So I decided to layer using just three paints: a rose, a yellow and a soft blue.
I painted in that order: I first laid down rose where I saw it – either on its own or under yellow. Then where I saw yellow, then blue. There were a few places where I just had to mix – the dark neutral browns, but I still used only these three colors to mix – The five central roses were done with strictly three paints.
At first I thought the name might need to be something that would intimate the French connection. Starting with the French word for flower: fleur, I found my way to fleurish, which is cute, but a bit much. When spoken the sound of fleurish is very close to flourish, which has other meanings as an expressive gesture as well as to grow vigorously, which both fit.
May I introduce you to Flourish?!
June-August 2017 – 30″x22″ – Watercolor on paper
