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Five Months in the Making Some paintings come together in a matter of days. Others take their time. This 48” x 60” canvas began five months ago, without a plan or a particular destination in mind. At the end of painting sessions, I would return to this canvas with whatever colors remained on my palette. A mark here. A wash of color there. Layers added, scraped away, and rediscovered. Each session leaving behind a small trace of whatever I had been exploring that day. Over time, those seemingly unrelated moments began to find their place alongside one another. Colors I...

 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 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.

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     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...