I couldn’t imagine a day without creating art in some way. It is the definition of who I am. From research to finally putting my inspiration down on canvas the whole process is simply wonderous.   I consider myself lucky to have found this expression of myself. 

Take this current still life. What brings me back to this image is reliving my youth. Picking dandelions for my mom and thinking they were the most beautiful flowers ever. And they grew so plentifully in our yard. What luck!! My mom would take this token of my affection and place them in a vase on her table just like I have for my own children. The most beautiful bouquet in a very special crystal vase. These weeds for most of us have a special place in our childhood ,  only to grow as an adult and see they are a nuisance in our beautifully manicured yards. Today though, let’s step back and feel the kid in us when we see “special bouquet for mom”