While We Can
There are some events that occur in the world that collectively shake us up. Some are joy-filled, but more often they are tragic, unexpected or beyond comprehension. You remember where […]
Christmas Morning In The Piazza
This past Christmas, a dream of mine came true! I spent Christmas in Rome. I’ve been to Italy many times but in the warmer seasons. I’ve watched the holiday traditions […]
A Portuguese Mash-Up
What’s your preference – EVERYTHING matches or NOTHING matches? Most of the time my preference leans toward nothing matching. I really like different styles, opinions, expressions and tastes – you’ll […]
Not Sitting In A Café Drinking Rosé
I admit to being a romantic and idealistic travel planner! I will see photos on Instagram, a TV program, a movie or a blog story about a place and I […]
Making Your Mark
Have you ever put your name or initials somewhere you shouldn’t have? When I was young, I liked to carve my initials into things – I can recall a few […]
The Doors of Portugal – Part One
Back from 3 weeks of travel, my Camera Roll is bursting with new subjects for paintings. And some favourite subjects for paintings, like doors, doors and more doors! I can’t […]
Home Is Often Where The Beauty Is
This past weekend, I took part in a large outdoor art show in downtown Toronto. Thousands of people attended, many of whom were visitors from other parts of the world. […]
My Julia Roberts Moment
Have you ever tried to recreate a favourite movie moment? In recent memory, I believe that I’ve done it only once – in the autumn of 2016 in Florence. My […]
Artist Laughs In Flowers
Earth laughs in flowers. – Ralph Waldo Emerson I love this quote! I guess as an artist, I may laugh in flowers, too, because 3 of my recent miniature paintings […]
A Tuscan Morning Memory
In 2011, we stayed a week in the Maremma district of Tuscany at a lovely rustic country resort that had once been a seminary and boys school. The collection of […]
Portovenere Poetry
…and now, fair Italy! Thou art the Garden of the World, the Home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee? […]
