My world-class commute! When I came back from my stay in Paris in 1996, I settled back here in a house in San Anselmo (in Marin) and worked in San Francisco. I either took the ferry across the bay to the Ferry Building or the bus across the Golden Gate Bridge. Not... 
Velda’s palette after painting a recent Friday group. It was a painting in itself! It’s no secret to any of you that I am pretty much obsessed by color. Looking back it started pretty early. Like probably most of us, growing up I had coloring books and Crayola... 
I just finished another painting and part of me can barely stand to look at it and call it mine. This part of me worries that I got the shadows on the rose murky, the yellow is too intense and brassy. It tells me parts of the leaves are clumsily painted and the... Shop Archival Prints In our Fairfax house, the sunniest spot is the side yard – we had to walk around the house to reach it. One day just before Easter 2014, I found a single rose in full bloom and one lilac cluster—the first ever from a bush that had never... 
In the past week I’ve been clearing out. Yesterday I went through the drawers at my husband’s contracting office of “my” files that were stored there. I went through all the colored (!) folders and tossed two drawers-full of paper I’ll never need or use again. This... 