The first time …

That first time I offered my paintings for sale was one of the most petrifying, vulnerable moments I can remember (second only to having a teen aged son with a brand new driver’s license steer my car out of the driveway for the first time).   The reaction to my work was wonderful and I genuinely enjoyed my conversations with interested customers.  I particularly loved that the persons who purchased the paintings of water saw in these small works bodies of water that had special meaning for them — lake, ocean, Atlantic,  Pacific etc.  I was delighted to realize that my work evoked memories that made these folks smile.  That day, even more than usual, I headed home with a full and grateful heart.

Here goes …

In this, my very first post, I want tell you a little about what I love to paint.  I have dozens of sketchbooks and many of them are filled with color studies of the water — the harbor on a cloudy summer afternoon, the lake shore on a sunny winter morning and so on  ….  My sketchbook, paints and water brush are always in my car and ready to go whenever the mood (I should say whenever the scene, because the mood is always there!) finds me.

I work from these color studies to create small oil paintings — many of these canvases are water scenes.  My time on coastlines — Cape Cod, Ireland and Lake Michigan — inspires me every day.

I am also drawn to and inspired by the garden and everything in it — many of my paintings are of flowers, fruits or vegetables.  Living in the North where the grey winter lingers, the need for color is an unrelenting force….