Studio News
From the Studio: September
September There’s always a point when I’m preparing a new collection that I step back and realize certain colors have quietly followed me from one painting to the next. This month, it’s green. Not one particular green, but seemingly every version of it. Soft, earthy greens. Deep, moody greens. Blue-greens and turquoise. Greens muddied with umber and ochre. Some have become the focus of a painting, while others have appeared almost unexpectedly in small passages and layers. I never begin a collection with a prescribed palette. I paint fairly intuitively, so I find it interesting to look around the studio...
Why I Could Never Paint the Same Painting Twice
Why Every Painting Exists Only Once
Ever wondered why I won’t recreate a painting that’s already found its home? In this Studio Notes post, I share the intuitive process behind my work and why each piece is meant to be a singular moment that can’t be repeated.
The Pursuit of Beauty
Before there is paint, there is noticing. A reflection on the everyday objects, fleeting moments, and collected beauty that inspire my work.
The Image I never stopped painting
The Image I Never Stopped Painting Recently, I found myself thinking about a drawing I used to make over and over again as a child. A horizon line dividing the page. A small boat. The sea. The sky. Nothing extraordinary. In fact, it was almost painfully simple. But what struck me was realizing how often I returned to that same image throughout my life. I doodled it in notebooks. In the corners of school papers. On the notepad that sat beside my desk when I was a young secretary answering phones. Somehow, without thinking, I always returned to...
You Are the Occasion
We spend so much of our lives waiting. Waiting for something to mark the moment.A celebration.A milestone.A reason to say now this matters. We tell ourselves we’ll do it then—when the house is finished,when life slows down,when everything feels just right. But the truth is…life is happening now. Not in the grand, orchestrated moments we imagine.But in the ordinary days.The quiet mornings.The evenings that pass without announcement. It’s happening in the small choices—the way you set the table,the things you bring into your home,the moments you allow yourself to enjoy without justification. We’ve been taught, in subtle ways, to...