"I love to check your blog after our sketching days.. to see where we were through your eyes because what you drew is sure different th...

This was my childhood home and MY oak tree. Pop made many swings over the years and hung them from a rope or a chain from one of its sturdy ...

About this time every spring many of the fields in the valley west of town turn bright red with the blossoms of red clover which is grown f...

Often when I start working I have no idea what to paint, perhaps because I haven't given enough thought to the things that make my life ...

I enjoyed an art date with my friend Jean Gale last Friday and came home absolutely aching to work. Jean showed me some collages she was w...

My friends and I met at the Portland Farmers Market Saturday morning to do some sketching. No sooner had we settled down at an outdoor table...

I've been experimenting a bit with making a collage and then using that collage as the inspiration for a painting. It's sort of lik...

I overheard someone say “walking to work” recently and my mind did one of those flips that brings an AHA moment. My studio is in my home, i...

Paper, glue, scissors, and 11 creative minds got together in my studio Saturday to learn about collage, and did we ever have a good time! My...

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