I have been on a watercolor jag for quite a while now. This latest is a bunch of tarragon leaves in a mason jar. I wanted to explore the intricacies of the leaves and their shadows in addition to the reflective nature of the glass and water.
As with most of my work, this piece holds personal meaning. I will never look at it without thinking of the trip I took to the farmer’s market on Saturday morning with my nine-year-old cousin, Elisabeth (whom I was babysitting) and my mother. After strolling past the booths with our iced coffee in hand, we browsed for long time in the neighborhood used book store. I barely got away without spending a hundred dollars, because they had interesting art books galore!!!
This is what I do and really there isn’t much more to it at the end of the day: I paint my life.