I write this while in self quarantine. It’s a view on my life over these past weeks. My escapist self heads to my garden as sun warms and encou...

My France wanderings take perspective as a broader written story fill-in detail of my visual interpretations. My France visit from September to D...

Carcassonne, the old encircled city of fairytale proportions is our final destination while here in The Languedoc. Souvenir shops and restaurants o...

 Months of wanderings in France, my blessings indeed. Stock taking allows satisfaction to seep into my pondering while reminiscing on highlights...

We settle into our new home for the next six weeks, Poilhes near Beziers, 25 minutes from the Mediterranean.     We chose a tiny village house b...

The south west of France its countryside has been our wondering since mid September. Our roots a tiny stone cottage in a small hamlet in The Department of Le Lot close to La Dordogne River that we thrice a week at least journey to explore a village or back road within a 20km distance from our home

A sketch becomes a Saturday afternoon while I get lost in thought. Painting France from my little centuries old farm house in Le Lot is a meanderi...

Sunflowers in bloom and sunflowers spent. Fields fall away to fields as far as one can see. Thrilling to still see blooms the beginning of October!...

For two days, night was day as we slowly allowed our bodies to adjust. Giverny was the perfect place to wonder the back lanes anticipating yet another visit to one of my favourite artists home and garden.

Painting Salt Spring Island is endlessly fascinating. Landscape, heritage buildings, farm life, seasons of colour all resource for my interpretatio...

Driftwood shaman sticks come to life with paint, drum beat and powerful intention.  Collected from my beach each cedar and arbutus wood branch is g...