Welcome to my Garden Party, where tulips are larger than your head, and bees and butterflies hold court.

For all my life, I’ve wanted a garden of my own. When the Arizona sun beat down to scorch all living things, and when I journeyed through blankets of snow and treacherous ice to get to my morning painting classes in Utah, I found my mind wandering to my perfect garden. Cracked cement became cobbled paths, dead shrubs became kitchen herbs ready for harvest, and barrel cactuses became peonies the size of dinner plates.

As you view these paintings, I invite you to wonder at the miracle of spring and the magic of flowers in bloom. Each of these paintings represent a flower or scene I was fortunate to engage with in reality, and now live on in the form of art and memory.

This series, many years in the making, is dedicated to every garden I’ve had the pleasure of visiting and a warm thank-you to the many hands that tend to them.