Shop Archival Prints These blueberries found me on a farm in Nevada City, California, while on a weekend with friends. The bright summer sun accentuated all the colors the berries pass through on the way to our cereal bowls and pie plates. Just like the Zinfandel... 
My husband, Joe came up with this idea. Fruit fresh from the farmer’s market was sitting on the kitchen counter – ripe figs and rich, red grapes – next to some Bartlett pears from my parents’ tree. He said matter of factly, “you should... 
These are Elsie Frye rhododendron flowers, from a shrub that grew for a time in the Fairfax garden. It was right after the rain, in the bright, late morning light. After the daffodils, these were the first to bloom in the spring in that garden. They are faintly... 
This dahlia is from Mike and Julie’s garden where the Zin vines I’ve painted grow. All the Browns were at their place for a barbeque one day in the late summer of 2008. The low evening light on this flower caught my eye. This painting swam in my... 
Shop Archival Prints A visit back to my neighbor Jen’s persimmon tree the fall of 2008 was a bright sunny day. I arrived none to soon. The birds had started to help themselves to the ripe persimmons – many of them were half-eaten. Persimmon Rain had been... 