I feel like I see the world differently. My eyes crave beauty and color in my everyday surroundings. I see the complex expanding patterns of nature in flowers and trees. I see symmetry and pleasing lines in the historic architecture of Maine buildings. I am overwhelmed by the natural landscapes of Maine's Lakes and mountains. I get lost in the rugged coastal views and harbors. I am compelled to paint, to create, to write, and help others see this extraordinary place through eyes wide open...
Even though I have been fortunate enough to have worked with tons of different flowers as a floral designer, I still love the humble dandilion. Maybe it is my childhood memoiries of picking them, wandering through a sea of yellow, the first color of pending summer. Or is it the the magical, floating seedheads that provided me with endless entertainment? I can't quite put my finger on it but I feel the magic of my childhood when walk through a weedy field of dandelions even now...
