The changing of the seasons makes me weak at the knees.

The world seems to sing anew and offers up new gems to uncover. Just like wildflowers I gather inspiration in many forms for each collection of paintings. I flip through books, forage in our woods, pin up fabric scraps, and sketch any manner of elements I might include or that add to the spirit of my idea. From these I glean the color palettes and different narratives that show up in every painting I create.

A LIGHT exists in spring
   Not present on the year
At any other period-
   When March is scarcely here   

A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That silence cannot overtake,   
But human nature feels.

Emily Dickinson

Stay tuned for more inspirations.

Like seedlings in the spring, it's only going to grow!