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.