With every painting we get the opportunity to paint our emotion about the subject—as Henri Matisse said, “I do not literally paint that table, but the emotion it produces upon me.” (And this table set in the south of France produced a lot of emotion!)Note: This painting is one that you can learn how to paint in my online course, 'Once Upon a Time in Provence'--how sweet is that?!

I'm thinking that might be your bedroom on the upper right? Whatever the case, this is why we love France and Provence. Handmade tile roofs sitting atop so much beauty and life surrounded always with a bevy of color!

Places that hold the heart in enchantment and dreams are probably left best to capture with color and strokes. The heart fills in the rest ;-)

This has been in my personal collection for awhile (it happens...I think it's called attachment??) Finally, it's time to make it available. A mix of flowers and fur...;-)

Ooh la la darlin’. We love having poppy fields to paint! This painting is part of the selection in my 'Once Upon a Time in Provence' course that I show you how to do, step by step, brushstroke by brushstroke ;-)

It is THE look. The one Ed gives me when things are not going to his liking. Which means it’s his normal, everyday, what have you done for me lately look ;-)

Color is good for the soul--I'm convinced! After all these years, I still get a thrill when I play with them ;-)

I’ve been strolling the sunflower fields and eating handmade pasta—in my mind of course. Painting has a way of putting you in a special time and place!

Fresh flowers, smiles and love--some things never go out of style!

Do things reveal themselves to those who have the eyes to see them? Does the rose open its exquisite possibilities to the eyes that are open and actually seeing?Beauty is mysterious, a slow presence who waits for the ready, expectant heart.These flowers sat on a weathered old table at the entrance of a small trattoria in Italy—just waiting...

I love tulips for oodles of reasons.They have a mind of their own and will rearrange themselves at the drop of a hat 😉 They say so much with so few petals. They blow in your door and bring spring right along with them. They are….very much like ALL the great women we know!!

Ahhh the French and their roses. Poetry that climbs the walls in a red velvet dress ;-)