My husband, my neighbor; I paint them because it is a good way to connect. Later on, it means something else; "This was them, back then. And this was me, too."

Alice with book

My daughter, Alice, a reluctant subject; would really rather be reading.

This is the second of the paintings I did for my friend's parents. We walked in the field above the house and looked down on this weeping willow. It has clearly lived a good life and makes its own habitat, there on the lawn.

This is at the lake in upstate New York where I go almost every summer. Here, looking into Witch Bay, I was sitting with my feet in the water. There are wild purple iris along the bank. This is the most peaceful place in the world for me. All that happens here is: the weather changes, it is day, then night, then day again. It would drive some people crazy. Me, it pulls back from the brink.
A friend asked me to do two paintings for her parents, who are planning to move from their home. Her father has a big garden that he will be leaving. As a devoted gardener myself, I know that will be sad.

This image was inspired by the following poem.

Evening

Slowly now the evening changes his garments

held for him by a rim of ancient trees;

you gaze: and the landscape divides and leaves you,

one sinking and one rising towards the sky.

And you are left, to none belonging wholly,

not so dark as a silent house, nor quite

so surely pledged unto eternity

as that which grows to star and climbs the night.

To you is left (unspeakably confused)

your life, gigantic, ripening, full of fears,

so it, now hemmed in, now grasping all,

is changed in you by turns to stone and stars.

Rainer Marie Rilke

In upstate New York, a small stream flowing under some ice melt, on a sunny winter day.

Lilacs

Big clouds over a lake in upstate New York

Bolinas; we watched the moonrise ahead of us while the sun set behind us.

Headland, Bolinas Bay, California; a walk I took while visiting my friend Gail.

Storm in the Swannanoa Valley

March snow melt

Phil, my husband. Always thinking; the stillness is deceptive.

Wanda: Beautiful, Our Mother. This picture is of my sister's mother-in-law

The Biltmore House from below; just a shy glimpse of her opulence (7" X 7").

Happy, HAPPY, mother and child statue; Italian garden @ Biltmore House (7" X 7").

Walking in the fields below the Biltmore House, with a daytime full moon overhead. (7" X 7")

Another small painting; again from the Parkway, looking north across some tulip poplars, on a cold, bright day.

This is one of a series of small (7" X 7") paintings; this is a view from the Blue Ridge Parkway, into Bull Creek.