Flowers from my mother's flower bed arranged just for my dear friend, Nicole.
Once I was a young and naive 18 year old, riding a train through the Scottish Highlands. This was before I knew what the Highlands were, what the HBO Outlander series would do to my Saturdays and the ever present pains of British Imperialism. I did however feel energized and mesmerized by the mountains and valleys. In self-assessment when I compare todays paintings with yesterdays, the easiest and most soothing paintings were mountain scenes.