This painting brings together two stories — one of roses, the other of paper. The roses are an exception to my usual practice. I don’t repaint the same image, no matter how much I’ve loved it or wished I’d done something differently. I always want to move forward. But... 
Shop Archival Prints I will never get enough of heartbreakingly beautiful roses. In one spring I captured images of roses from two adjacent bushes that became two favorite paintings. I could see them both from the kitchen window of our Fairfax house. I took both... 
This painting is a direct result of life in a pandemic. In the early months of 2020 the parking lots at the open space where we hike most weekends were closed, so, we had to walk or bike in. Joe and I took turns giving each other rides up to the trails. A few times... 
Time on my hands and the serendipity of a rose garden right there gave us this painting. On the way back from a late autumn trip to Lake Tahoe in 2015 Joe and I made a stop at UC Davis Med Center in Sacramento. John, Joe’s flying mentor, who had COPD, had gotten sick.... 
Shop Archival Prints You know those moments when everything stops, for just a split second? This painting started like that. The kitchen sink at our Fairfax house looked out through a garden window to the back yard into a terraced hillside. The huge hill behind... 
shop archival prints A sweet quiet rose. Another from the Russian River Rose Company where the Sherose roses grew. A faithful piece that waited for me. I painted this one, very intermittently, on low-energy evenings, after finishing a painting, and even on my towel... 