IN THE GARDEN

IN THE GARDEN

Richard has come to create. Pulling his little red wagon filled with wood-handled brushes, blank canvases and oil paints, we walk down the gravel path and hunt for the ideal spot to pitch an easel for the day. Under the Poplar tree is where he lands and the Danes nestle in at his feet in complete consensus. I determined a few days ago that the Studio Garden is just way too beautiful this time of year to keep it all to myself.  So today, I have invited Richard to paint in an overgrown world of kiwi vines and purple sage,...

IN THE GARDEN

IN THE GARDEN

Richard has come to create. Pulling his little red wagon filled with wood-handled brushes, blank canvases and oil paints, we...

UNEXPECTED

UNEXPECTED

I didn’t see this coming. We had followed a winding road through Provence-Alpes-Côte d’Azur and came upon the village of...

the cutting

the cutting

There are twenty seven steps from bed to french doors, across the pavement to the garden and her flowers. Nature...