Weekly Wrap-Up. A week of quiet courage and close looking. The boldest moment came when I turned a painting upside down and liked it better. A departure from my usual fully planned approach. The dahlia painting continued to evolve, with more value changes in the background, petal layers differentiated through saturation, and the addition of some Thalo Green and Permanent Rose. There was also one day, after hours in the studio, I forgot to take a photo of the painting, just captured the palette. Guess I was distracted.

In the garden, I paid close attention to the differences in tepal shape across several patches of Galanthus, AKA Snowdrops. The Jasminum nudiflorum is in bloom. A 25-year-old gift from Dr. Iversen at Farmingdale that is now trailing over a stone wall at my back entrance. The lilac colored Rhododendron mucronulatum finally opened, a little late this year. I cut back hellebores and cleared out a small birdhouse. Nice springtime tasks.

A small 1974 windmill painting, rediscovered years ago at my parents’ home, became the occasion for something larger, a reflection on what it truly means to be an artist. The garden, my own history, influences and experimentation all feed my work in the studio.

These daily studio notes lead toward my 2026 solo exhibitions in New York City and  Poughkeepsie, NY.