Rain Lilies (Silver Blue), 2026
Oil on canvas, beech frame
1240 x 1035mm
Oil on canvas, beech frame
1240 x 1035mm
Rain Lilies (Midnight Blue), 2026
Oil on canvas, beech frame
1240 x 1035mm
Oil on canvas, beech frame
1240 x 1035mm
Rain Lilies (Gold), 2026
Oil on canvas, beech frame
1240 x 1035mm
Oil on canvas, beech frame
1240 x 1035mm
Silver Rain Lilies, 2026
Oil on canvas, beech frame
1285 x 1085mm
Oil on canvas, beech frame
1285 x 1085mm
In the Valley (Sunflowers), 2026
Oil on canvas, beech frame
1235 x 935mm
Oil on canvas, beech frame
1235 x 935mm
In the Shade of a Moss-Covered Tree (Lilies), 2026
Oil on canvas, beech frame
1240 x 435mm
Oil on canvas, beech frame
1240 x 435mm
Oat Straw, 2026
Oil on canvas, beech frame
330 x 435mm
Oil on canvas, beech frame
330 x 435mm
Love Note, 2026
Oil on canvas, beech frame
330 x 435mm
Oil on canvas, beech frame
330 x 435mm
Ocean Dip, 2026
Oil on canvas, beech frame
235 x 290mm
Oil on canvas, beech frame
235 x 290mm
Summer Sky, 2026
Oil on canvas, beech frame
335 x 385mm
Oil on canvas, beech frame
335 x 385mm
Studio Portrait with Silver Rain Lilies and Rain Lilies (Gold)
I have noticed I am drawn to planting large areas of one type of flower, in the same way I am drawn to painting the same flower multiple times in a row. Golden shungiku flowering over winter and spring; tall stems of pearl matricaria in summer. This type of planting gives me a sense of awe and calm. When viewed from a distance, across the plots, the clustered together flowers glow in the sunlight.
I sit next to a patch of soft yellow flowers growing tall and shining in the sun. Tiny butterflies rest for moments between plants. I shelter from summer heat in the shade of a fig tree in the middle of the garden beds. The ocean is visible in the distance through trees lining the edge of the garden; and the sky is a soft warm blue.
I pick large stems of flowers to place in vases at home. I leave buckets of flowers under the trees for garden members to take. A couple, walking through the gardens as I tend to my plot, tell me of the gardens they’ve cared for around the world, while they happily brush their hands through the clusters of soft white flower heads the height of our waists. I dream of growing
flowers for everyone to spend time with; to pick and take home. In the meantime, I paint these flower gardens.
I sit next to a patch of soft yellow flowers growing tall and shining in the sun. Tiny butterflies rest for moments between plants. I shelter from summer heat in the shade of a fig tree in the middle of the garden beds. The ocean is visible in the distance through trees lining the edge of the garden; and the sky is a soft warm blue.
I pick large stems of flowers to place in vases at home. I leave buckets of flowers under the trees for garden members to take. A couple, walking through the gardens as I tend to my plot, tell me of the gardens they’ve cared for around the world, while they happily brush their hands through the clusters of soft white flower heads the height of our waists. I dream of growing
flowers for everyone to spend time with; to pick and take home. In the meantime, I paint these flower gardens.