Richard has come to create. Pulling his little red wagon filled with wood-handled brushes, blank canvases and oil paints, we walk down the gravel path and hunt for the ideal spot to pitch an easel for the day. Under the Poplar tree is where he lands and the Danes nestle in at his feet in...
There are twenty seven steps from bed to french doors, across the pavement to the garden and her flowers. Nature doesn’t have to try very hard to do its convincing that store-bought is overrated. In renovation, the overarching mandate is to breathe new life into neglected spaces. Through every project, even when the walls were...
She was never more centered, more "found" than when she was lost in her paint puddle world and I wondered what that meant about me, until the day she invited me in.