Every morning lately, somewhere between 9:00 and 10:00am, my eyes are drawn away from the laptop screen and through the windows outside. You see, at this time of day, the morning light becomes its most intense and everything outside…
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One of my favorite things about winter is the bareness of the branches. That may seem strange, I’m sure most people prefer trees full of lively green or technicolor orange. But I love the transparency that the stripped limbs…
Confession time: I’m a bit of a neat freak. I make the bed every day. I always have a place for everything. In college, I was the only one in the painting studio meticulously cleaning off her palette after…
As a somewhat fledgling painter exploring the nature of environments myself, I’m always intrigued by how other artists interpret the scenes we experience. In her paintings, New York artist Allison Gildersleeve paints the simultaneous experiences of small, hemmed-in parcels of wilderness.…
As I type this post, I feel keenly aware of the quiet around me. The hum of the refrigerator and the occasional noise from the street above are the only sounds meeting my ears. How often do we allow…
Like any other couple, Mr. F and I talk a lot about our future. One frequent topic of discussion these days is our future home. To build or not to build. What does our ideal home look like? Maybe…
In our travels, Mr. F and I have seen some beautiful sights from the highway. During our time in Yosemite, we often found ourselves driving through the park from the valley up to our campground after nightfall. There was…
Most artist statements today are filled with thoughts on motivation and meaning. I think we’ve somehow become uncomfortable with the idea of just making art for the sake of creating. There must be some kind of deep intellectual thought…
There is work that enchants us for a moment, we think, “oh, that’s very nice!” but then move on, maybe occasionally coming back to it. But then there is work that is completely mesmerizing from the moment we see…
On the way back to the Coast from Yosemite, Mr. F and I decided to spend the day in Napa Valley to do a little wine tasting. Serendipitously, we happened to pass through St. Helena where there were a…