Painting Speaks When Words Fail Me

People often ask me the why of what I do, and I’ve finally found the words to explain—painting lets me communicate when words fail. When I need painting inspiration I simply go into the yard and spend a few minutes communing with my colorful, petaled friends. The flowers are my paint.

Painting Speaks When Words Fail Me2019-07-15T17:36:31-08:00

Feathering my nest with silk

The wind is whipping leaves off the trees today, making fall live up to its name. I’m ready to button up the

Feathering my nest with silk2018-10-24T18:54:59-08:00

A Good Son

When Brandon called us to book some painting time, I guessed he was a young man in his 20s. “I’d like to reserve

A Good Son2016-07-20T01:08:28-08:00

Hot temps – cold water

The greater Anchorage area has been baking in record heat of late - it hit 86.5 degrees at our cabin on Monday,

Hot temps – cold water2016-11-10T16:58:54-08:00