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I’d like to close out the year with a parade of flowers I’ve painted over the years.
There is beauty in their complexity—a cascade of color, patterns and textures forever reaching for the sky. The delicate unfolding of these primal forms nurtures my soul.
My neighborhood near the Golden Gate Bridge is notoriously foggy. On those gray days, my surroundings transform into desaturated, dreamy landscapes punctuated by bellowing foghorns.
In case you may have noticed, nature is a significant source of inspiration for my art and life.
Some years ago, I created an art manifesto to describe how the living world is a taproot for my creativity. It grew to include aspirations for my paintings, designs, and writings.
During the last couple of years, I’ve spent a lot of time walking on a beach with towering bluffs in my neighborhood.
I have a friendship with a Christmas cactus. Most mornings for the last 5 years, she’s joined me in my kitchen nook as I sip tea.
I’ve been bending time, thinking and writing about the ways my life has meandered over the years. Memories are elusive. I’m looking for fragments from old treasures.
What comes to mind as you gaze up at a magnolia tree?
Their grace prompts delicious contemplation. As I watch spring emerge, I see a constellation of petals painting arabesques in the sky. It’s a visual score of natural forces.
Livestream video of jellyfish at the Monterey Bay Aquarium were a source of solace at the beginning of the pandemic. Accompanied by classical music, I watched liquid animals with telescoping lacey limbs pulse and drift in a 2500-gallon tank.
An invitation is an autobiographical portrait using objects.