Illinois has such beautiful treasures that too few people explore.
This is one of five covered bridges open to the public across the state.
I’ve included visitors in the distance so you can imagine yourself here in Princeton IL.
This scene is sentimental for me. I grew up here where summers were
full of gardens like this and swooping purple martins.
The gardens at the Governor’s mansion in Springfield are delightful.
I particularly like this little corner of repose.
I did a series of these redbud trees because I simply couldn’t decide which view was best.
The pastel colors that contrast with the heavy tree and glassy creek give it a real sense of place.
This print is another in my series of red bud paintings from a southern Illinois pasture.
This print is another in my series of red bud paintings from a southern Illinois pasture.
This pig sat among the flowers in my student’s garden, uncomplaining, year after year.
He was our model, footstool and our stone-fast friend.
You might think this spectacular flower bed grows in a country garden, but it’s just down the street from me.
My neighbor Gretchen’s city backyard is a little gem.
One of my favorite spots in Paris is the flower stalls. Though it may look serene, the stall owners, mostly women, bickered back and forth all day. Whose flowers were fresher - whose prices were too high - which flower was the most French…
On Sanibel Island you can walk for miles along the shore. I came across this abandon trap and horseshoe crab lying on the beach.
What a composition just waiting for me!
I stopped in San Antonio to continue my series of early American missions. Though the building looks pristine, it was anything but - the mission had suffered years of neglect and garbage covered the park. Artistic license is a wonderful thing, I restored the whole building in an afternoon. Thankfully, the preservation council has returned San Jose to its majestic beauty.
I’m on the left bank of the Seine, looking east at the Cathedral.
This was done years ago when painting in Paris was a dream come true for me -
“this is what real artists do,” I said to my young self.
I traveled to Hawaii many years ago on vacation, intending to relax from working.
I had no idea how inspirational this exotic paradise would be.
I practically ripped my paint brushes from my suitcase.
I couldn’t wait to get started.
Another view of a Vandalia garden.