Little Table, Winter

This print is a reproduction of one of a "four seasons" series of watercolors. Each little table vignette shows flowers, a landscape, objects, fruits and colors that I associate with that time of year. (Editon of 250, $220.)

Memory: Cloud Shadows on Corn Fields

I love the look of old hand-tinted photographs, and here's my version. It's really difficult to believe in the middle of winter that the landscape will ever feel so lush and gentle again. That's one of the things I like about living with four very different seasons: how each one seems like it will go on forever, but always gives way to the next.

Memory: Cafe Umbrella

Market day in L'Isle Sur La Sorgue, Provence. Looking across the little river that runs between the streets crowded with stalls and shoppers, to the shady corner cafe.

Stranahan Forest: Behind the Farm

600 open acres across the road from us were for sale last year for possible development. After months of worry we were ecstatic to hear that the owners had generously decided to sell the land at a very reduced cost to our town for public use. Last October I asked artist friends to join me at a "paint out" on the new town forest land, and with the Vermont Land Trust have organized a show of the paintings from that day (generously donated by the artists) to retire the last of our loan for the land purchase (click here for details.) We painters plan to keep meeting on the land (which has woods, ponds, wetlands, fields, mountain views, and an adjacent lovely farm) for plein air sessions this summer. Nice to get art on the roster of recreational uses.

Cyclamen with Snow Outside

This plant has sat on the kitchen windowsill for months, a neglected afterthought brought home from the Price Chopper floral shop. Taking a second look at it this morning, I had to admire it's optimism and tenacity, holding it's own against all that barren white on the other side of the window.

Marshmallow Bales, Sunset

At Newton's place at the top of my hill, as cold as it looks. Marshmallow bales eliminate the need for farmers to store dry hay in barns. Usually I'm sorry (from the artist's and luddite's point of view) to see white plastic instead of golden bales in the fields, but this innovation makes life easier for strapped farmers, and sometimes has its own particular beauty.

On a City Street

This painting is from my series "Wonder Road." I returned from my 2004 trip to Rajasthan (a sketching workshop I taught there organized by my friends the Dehejias) intoxicated by what I'd seen and experienced, and over the next year produced these twenty-four street scenes. I wanted them to be like glimpses caught from the window of a hurtling bus (the odd and beautiful tableaus that kept my pen moving from one end of Rajasthan to the other.) To see the "Wonder Road" series and my sketch journals, click here.