Honey lavender, and the golden hour
Some flavors taste like a time of day. Honey lavender tastes like the golden hour to me — floral, warm, soft around the edges, the last light before dusk. It’s the one I reach for when the seasons turn. Cream…
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She works in oil — and in cream
There’s a second studio in my life, and it has an oven. When I’m not painting, I’m often in the kitchen — and to my surprise, it asks for exactly the same things. Patience. Layers. The willingness to let a…
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The last ten minutes of light
If you want to find me at work, look for the hour just before dark. There’s a quality of light that lands on a wall in the last ten minutes of the day — warm, low, impatient. It shifts faster…
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Why the hummingbird
People ask why the hummingbird turns up in nearly everything I make. The honest answer is that it found me before I chose it. A hummingbird lives at a speed we can’t quite follow. It hovers — completely present —…
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