I remember the first time I explored the thought of having a "career", my mind immediately went to being an artist. I was laying on the beach on a lunch break from working my first job at the local surf shop in Cocoa Beach, Florida. I let these thoughts dance through my brain and loved how they made me feel. I was 17 at the time and immediately grabbed onto the thought of becoming an artist. "What would I paint?" I asked myself curiously...
This is my first collection of Winter-inspired landscapes and these pieces have been brewing in my head since I first moved to the beautiful state of Wisconsin 8 years ago...
Clear skies, sunsets, the smell of a campfire. My bed sheets and my car is full of sand. Our skin remains sun-kissed from long days spent outside at the beach. I pull out my plein air box to paint a sailboat passing by as my children play in the sprinkler beside me. I am mixing colors, and stopping for popsicle breaks. My children bring me flowers, and bugs, and beg to go fishing. Their hands are sticky and we rinse them in the cool lake. What a wonderful season summer is...
I remember the first time I explored the thought of having a "career", my mind immediately went to being an artist. I was laying on the beach on a lunch break from working my first job at the local surf shop in Cocoa Beach, Florida. I let these thoughts dance through my brain and loved how they made me feel. I was 17 at the time and immediately grabbed onto the thought of becoming an artist. "What would I paint?" I asked myself curiously...
This is my first collection of Winter-inspired landscapes and these pieces have been brewing in my head since I first moved to the beautiful state of Wisconsin 8 years ago...
The most magical weekend- unplugged...
Clear skies, sunsets, the smell of a campfire. My bed sheets and my car is full of sand. Our skin remains sun-kissed from long days spent outside at the beach. I pull out my plein air box to paint a sailboat passing by as my children play in the sprinkler beside me. I am mixing colors, and stopping for popsicle breaks. My children bring me flowers, and bugs, and beg to go fishing. Their hands are sticky and we rinse them in the cool lake. What a wonderful season summer is...