Green Habits

Spring in Kentucky is uncountable and unaccountable shades of green. The green garden and its splendor of flowers (and weeds!) beckons me. The burst of seeds popping propels me to my studio. The sense of something new emerging is everywhere. The enthusiasm of a new beginning accompanies a sense of loss. The wonderful gallery and gallery owner I have been with for about 15 years is no more. I have no sense of what the future of my paintings will be or who I am painting for — but the touch of otherness that gathers around me while I hold my brush obliterates all concerns, at least for now, when I am in my studio…