Reflections...

In the quiet of the island I am drawn to small vignettes around the house and courtyard. Old Italian tiles surrounding a fountain, mossy green with ferns. Vines creeping around windows and ornamental wrought iron. Large urns tipped and cracked, worn down by the years. Piles of shells left by other visitors. The buddha keeping silent watch in the sun room. Dried palmetto branches across a door in the dining room. The colors, shadows, and textures make their way into my paintings…scales on a fish... veins on a leaf... patterns on a vase... all brushed with layer upon layer of washes creating a patina of age, of handling, of use.