This painting is a lovely memory of a tiny island in the South of France. 

Beautiful sweeping white beaches and limestone cliffs frame a sanctuary of oak and pine trees teeming with chirping cicadas, butterflies and sprawling eucalyptus. 

 xTiny

Women in beautiful colors,

Woven in togetherness,

Hand in hand, heart to heart.

Each hue a story,

Each shade a song,

In vibrant unity,

Woven with delicate threads.

A tapestry of women,

In colors so rich,

In wonder so deep,

Together we rise.

xTiny

Vers la Kasbah

The city awakens slowly.

Quiet mornings, and the first stirrings of life, the warm scent of fresh bread drifting through the alleys.

Soft rose-colored light, and the patina along the old walls.

With every small gate I pass, a new view unfolds, the light guiding me further in.

Then comes the beautiful square, where the palm trees cast their long morning shadows.

I love these gentle mornings… when the whole day still lies open before me.

xTiny

SHE RISES WITH THE SUN

Soft coral earth beneath

her feet,

The sun slowly sets over the land.

The horizon whispers,

She will rise again.

Shadow and future intertwined,

Threads of all that she is woven together.

Here and tomorrow,

Even when the night feels long,

The sun has promised

It will always return.

Her eyes sparkle,

Carrying the light.

The light of connection,

With all that surrounds her,

Through every layer of herself,

She carries the sun.

xTiny

This woman’s portrait, painted in soft pink and tender brown, feels like a memory of warmth. I love how the flowing colors ground me, calming the mind like early morning light. It’s as if I can smell the fresh air, feel the earth beneath my feet, and sense the soft light brushing gently against my skin.

xTiny

 I’m inspired by the unique shapes of the mountains, the trees, the flowers and the beautiful underwater world, the coral wonders in shades of orange and pink.

 xTiny

It was around sunset when I wandered through the streets of a small village in India, where time seemed to have stood still. A herd of buffaloes made their way home from the fields, their heavy steps kicking up dust in the golden light. Women were busy cooking, baking chapati over an open fire, while others returned from the fields, balancing bundles of firewood on their heads. Children laughed and played in the street.

Three women stood together, watching me with curious eyes. They smiled and gestured for me to come closer.  “Where are you from?” they asked, in a mix of English and hand gestures. They invited me to join them for chai. Once we were inside, they removed their headscarves, just us women among ourselves, it was so lovely.

As we sat together, sipping our tea, I made a few sketches to capture the moment. This portrait, ‘Rising Sun’, is a tribute to that lovely unforgettable encounter, a memory of warmth, connection, and the quiet beauty of everyday life.

xTiny

MYSTÈRE EN FLEURS

Here she is…

Mystère en fleurs.

She turns away in quiet delicacy,

her dress a garden full of dreams.

What she hides in beautiful colors

is whispered only by the flowers.

A mystery in bloom

xtiny

Here she is… painting Palmeraie

In the Palmeraie, quiet wide and green
palms sway in the air

Dates in the sun hanging from branches heavy and sweet.

From childhood on a love stayed true

for palms that lean toward skies so blue
for desert roads where heat runs high
then suddenly softens as you pass by.

An oasis appears where the desert ends

a ribbon of river that bends and bends
green along water life returning near
a sudden miracle becoming clear…

xTiny

Here she is… Rue de la Bahia

A narrow, lovely alley,

walls in shades of rose.

Golden sunlight falling softly

through the tall palm leaves.

Warm shadows on the quiet stones,

little carpet stalls and tiny grocers,

smiling faces greeting the day,

and the light walks with me

xTiny