My Husband Told Me Never To Go To The House At Blue Heron Ridge Until Three Years Later

not prints, but original oils, some large enough that a single bloom filled the entire frame, others smaller, clustered in groups of three or four. Different species, different palettes, different moods. Some were delicate and precise, almost scientific in their accuracy. Others were loose and expressive, the paint applied thickly, petals dissolving continue reading …