Yesterday I drove to a familiar place along the Rio Grande River between Taos and Santa Fe, New Mexico. I have painted the landscape there in all seasons except winter. This day, the clouds were rolling low over the mountains that rose from either side of the narrow gorge, and I had to wait until a light rain shower ended. The air was perfect and I made my oil painting, standing on the river bank. After I was done, I put on my bathing suit, marched up stream and waded into the rapidly flowing water. Soon I was floating, bouncing over rocks in the shallow area and then drifting free in the deeper part of the river. When I returned to my van, I looked around and gave thanks for such a wonderful studio and a beautiful life to experience.
|My studio in New Zealand|
|My studio atop a camel in Morocco|
|My studio in Chiang Mai, Thailand|
|My studio in Paris, France|
|My studio in the Serengeti, Tanzania|
|My studio in Kashmir|