These apricots grew on a tree in my sister-in-law, Anne and her husband Gary’s backyard in San Anselmo, California – the same garden where grows the tree that grew the peaches that became my painting Tropical Peaches. And – this is the same tree... 
I made this tart for Father’s Day dinner 2007. Then I painted it. All that lusciousness. Painting it kicked my butt! The texture of the apricot skins through glaze, apricot jam spilling over bluberries with the blue coming through orange. How was I going to... 
One summer day, in the midst of all my art activities, I found a moment to pick some roses and put them on the deep window sill in my Fairfax studio. It was evening, the sun starting to sink, I noticed the light streaming through the vase alongside a candle holder and... 
My brother, Mike and his wife, Julie had a small hillside backyard in San Anselmo, terraced with stone and covered with rows of Zinfandel vines. Each autumn, he made the grapes into wine with our brother Matt, a winemaker. I had been waiting and wanting to paint... 
One summer early in my painting life, as fruit started ripening on trees in the gardens of loved ones, I couldn’t wait to get out with my camera – I had a hankering to paint stone fruit. When I got a call from my sister-in-law Annie, telling me their... 