View from my backyard of the Nehalem river.
It is mine… I love this one.
Montpellier, France
Painting in Paris.
I paint, I dream about Paris too much and eventually I pack my bag and brushes. #frenchstuff #rabbitart
Paris. Packing and painting in advance.
Venice.
Ugh
How dare he? My ancestor died to defend the rights of the north and free the slaves. He is buried in Arlington. He left a widow and children.
A visit with a Siberian cat.
Talk about it tomorrow. I’ll be listening.
Although I want to go out and paint, out of courtesy and not to wake my spouse, I just toss and turn and grind my teeth.
Same honey. Same.
Ok.. angry Venice back canal. I’m painting in a mood.
Mmm hmmm. humidity + temperature. 👀
As much as I love the place, I think this may need to be removed as a destination wedding location for awhile. #venice
Lap pool - one way only. #blueskyartshow #narrow
My husband is afraid to leave me alone. He comes home and wonders how someone 5ft tall/100 lbs could have moved a dresser and bedstead up two flights of stairs.
Who would buy ANY product containing asbestos??? What union would allow their members to be around that crap???
“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.”
― Edgar Allan Poe #cats #thursdayart
Thank you for being the one real voice at 6am PT
And one from the heart. My valley. #nehalem
The cat pictures.
“It is only in deep waters that a fish knows how strong it is.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo
I love Mexico. #patzcuaro
It is sometimes nicer to see the painting on a wall.
