I have been tending my garden for twenty-four years. Perhaps I have left it too much on its own in recent times; but the truth is that the garden grew up with my children and oddly enough, became independent of me at the same time that they did.
Now, it was about then that I, at first intermittently and then habitually, set up two old sawhorses to support my canvas so I could paint right there in the garden. As I work I feel as if I am not painting the plants but rather the life that is in them. Ultimately, I’m not trying to make a painting of the garden; I’m trying to get the life of the garden right into the paint. I give my garden unconditional love and in return, the garden gives me unlimited inspiration.