shop archival prints These were little tiny roses – maybe three inches across. Yet they were more than enough for a full sheet of watercolor paper. I came upon them in the Boboli gardens, on a steep hillside across the Arno from Florence. I was there with my... 
Contact Me For Details It was late autumn, the day I drove home after a lunch at Greystone in St. Helena. On the side of Highway 29, the main route through the Napa Valley, lies vinyard after vinyard. The afternoon sun was low in the sky and as it shone through the... 
In case you didn’t notice, I didn’t post last week. The off-the-top reason was that it was my birthday and I was very busy receiving one phone call after another from my loved ones, singing and celebrating me – in the middle of what ended up as a whole birthday... 
I started writing a post about a trip I took last weekend – a trip down an online rabbit hole into the darkness that is emerging in our world, seemingly at every turn. I’m so compelled to understand human behavior in the big scheme of things, that I just can’t help... 
The path to a painting is rarely direct—especially this one. It began with a photo I took in early fall 2008, just a year after I started showing my art. I was driving back from an errand at the North Bay Gallery in Sonoma when I spotted white grapes along Highway 12.... 