Let’s be like wildflowers. They are growing anywhere and everywhere. Blooming in all the places people thought they never would. Growing freely in the beauty and joy of each day, simply following the sun. Nature cherishes each brilliant, quirky bloom. A celebration of uniqueness and acceptance.

Let’s be like wildflowers. Not waiting for the storm to pass, but learning how to dance in the rain. Gently swaying to the sound of the wind. Let’s be brave and true. Embrace a slower pace of life. Making time to enjoy the sights, tastes, scents and sounds that you encounter. Eternally curious, authentic, open and playful and not afraid to step off the beaten path. Creating memories that you’ll treasure forever. Wandering barefoot, sharing, loving, gathering while enjoying the journey.

Let’s be like wildflowers.

xTiny

This painting is a memory.

of a feeling, 

of Asia, of flowers,

of life itself.

Wild blossoms on cotton,

woven with time and color.

They bloom quietly,

as if they know

beauty is deepest

just before it fades.

There are loose threads,

like in people, 

and that’s what makes it real.

Not perfect, but full

of everything that has lived.

I love flowers

when they’ve passed their peak,

when they gently bow their heads

and still leave something beautiful behind.

That moment moves me.

A soul, a story,

a soft echo of being.

This painting brings that presence,

a quiet reminder

that everything changes,

and in that change

there is grace,

and depth,

and life.

xTiny

In a field of flowers

In the morning light, flowers bloom,

The morning dew glimmers beneath the sunlight

Each petal greets the morning sun,

Soft whispers in the gentle breeze.

The meadow glows as day’s begun.

The beauty in each flower’s face.

A peaceful, colorful embrace.

Slowly opening, revealing to the world.

Dancing in the morning light.

A world of wonder.

xTiny

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

I love to paint landscapes and flowers, and especially wildflowers, they are growing anywhere and everywhere. Blooming in all the places people thought they never would…

Growing freely in the beauty and joy of each day, simply following the sun…

xTiny

I painted this gingko in a vibrant orange, a color that bursts with positive energy and happiness. The color psychology of orange is optimistic and uplifting, inspiring creativity and rejuvenating our spirit.

I love the gingko tree in front of much house so much. In Japan the ginkgo’s fan-shaped leaf has caried symbolism along with its singular beauty: A symbol of growth, protection, peace, strength and hope, a symbol of longevity and a symbol of love.

xTiny

‘There are always flowers for those who want to see them...‘  (words by H. Matisse)

Nature is calming and relaxing, and a painting with flowers instantly brings a feeling of wellbeing to a room, and reminds us everyday to enjoy the beauty of nature.

xTiny

There is a magical touch imparted by the flowers and their softness. I think it has a positive influence on our minds. From printed to real flowers, let your home bloom anew with this painting.

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

To me, sunsets are painted by loved ones. I’m often thinking about my sister, because when you loose someone you love, it’s the sunsets  which makes you thinks about them. Sunsets too have met an end. The sun sets each day, a constant motion. Each day, the sunset portrays an ending and the chance to start new fills every following morning. I love sunsets, most of the time I just enjoy watching a variety of colors fill the sky. Sunsets allow me to stop and enjoy the little things in life. It sparks inspiration and mystery, creating innovative minds, noticing beautiful natural things.  

xTiny