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The story behind this painting is as much about what happens when we keep painting our paintings and how our stories change, as it is about the roses. I loved the soft colors and old-fashioned-ness of the roses that my sister-in-law Annie arranged in a little box on... 
This one snuck up on me. I took photos of these roses at the Russian River Rose Company in Healdsburg, CA years before. The ambush happened during a Thursday evening group. I was looking through my photo library for images of softly colored roses to help a student,... 
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shop for archival prints rose gallery Contact Me For Details This painting is a memoir of a spectacular day. On the last day of the Pilgrimage to Paris I led in 2015, four of us took a day trip to Monet’s gardens. After a rainy and cloudy week, Friday treated us... 
shop archival prints Raindrops are magic. They just are. They hang there for a short while – until they either grow heavy and drop, are blown off by wind or dried up by the sun. When there is sun, they sparkle, becoming even more enchanting. We artists are drawn to... 