As I dressed to meet a dear friend for dinner the other night I reached…
Something about an image my daughter shared with me this past August. A vacation photograph…
Solo figures expressed on canvas. Singularness. As a solitary person this strikes a particular inspirational…
Some people keep a journal. I paint. My paintings are my journal. A canvas is…
I felt like I got away with something this morning and it felt so good.…
My daughter Emily and her family arrived last Thursday to spend a few days with…
I grew up in a small dairy farm community in southeastern Massachusetts called Rehoboth. Rehoboth…
Gray morning sky. Eight degrees. A frozen golden mist heavily rambled along the hills. Bare…
My husband Jon and I walked up our rural road early this past Saturday morning.…
Something was different. The dull light outside my early morning window was subtly illuminated. The…
