Daisies in Celadon

Thou liv’st with less ambitious aim, Yet hast not gone without thy fame; Thou art indeed by many a claim The Poet’s darling. -William Wordsworth, To the Daisy Ginger coloured daisies from the local market, painted for an Aunt who does not know it yet. This...

Roses in Progress

Underpaintings…how I miss them when they’re gone.   The awkward, in-between stage:   The days are getting shorter here in the Southern Hemisphere – before I knew it the morning sun was gone. So painting was suspended due to shifting light,...