Postmen at Bronx Courthouse, watercolor on paper, 34 inches x 27 inches
 Poinsettias Overlooking EdgecombeWatercolor on paper. 24 x 18 in. Red poinsettias are the only bright colors on a cold snowy winter morning. My cat swishing by evokes a bit of warmth. |  Iris StudyWatercolor on paper. 16 x 12 in. Blue Iris's from my Cape Cod Garden. |
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 Dancing Irises In City OasisWatercolor on paper. 22 x 30 in. |  Burnett FountainWatercolor painting. 22 in x 30 in |
 Summer, (detail), Falmouth, MAWatercolor on paper. |  The Gate at Beatrix Farrand GardenWatercolor on paper. 18 in x 24 in |
 PeoniesLady holding doves with peonies in the foreground. Watercolor on paper. 22 in x 15 in |  Bleeding Hearts and Forget-Me-NotsWatercolor on paper. 22 x 30 in. |
Like rippling water in a shiny river, my watercolors spill and splash from paintbrush to stories on paper. I paint quickly, directly, and with the spontaneity that watercolor embraces. Each painting grows from the giddy mix of fantasy, realism, and a conviction that here is a person or place that strikes a universal note. Here is a situation, a gesture, a flower, a mood that will resonate across all barriers.
I have no particular mechanical process or theory that underlies the finished image. What I have is constant curiosity and a lifelong need to filter the chaos and jumble of life through the lens of color, design and drawing. My sketchbooks are filled with sources for later exploration as I capture whatever floats past, snagging my imagination. Nothing is out of bounds. With my sketchbook and my eyes always open, scanning, seeking, weighing, and sifting, I travel wherever the work takes me. However, a wider story will always be the guide. That story might be in a momentary gesture of a nude, or in paths radiating out from an ancient village, or in the transient nature of an anticipating blossom. The story can also be about something never really experienced, only dreamed of.
