About Me

A multi-medium aging artist and an underwater photographer, I retired from Florida to live on the beach in St. Croix, Virgin Islands. I am delighted with the island’s historic architecture, sunny skies, blue seas, and wonderful reefs. So now my days are full of gardening, painting, diving and snorkeling.

Although I primarily paint in watercolors, I recently dabbled in acrylics and apprenticed with some experienced mural painters. My latest efforts can be seen at St. Patrick's school and Bernie’s, both in Frederiksted. As an avid member of the Palletteers, I paint plein air weekly at different island locations. I also attend water-media workshops, both locally and abroad.

I have donated many of my paintings to local charities and my artwork has been exhibited at many island locations. I hope you enjoy the artwork and phtographs generated here in my new-found paradise. Namasté.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

June 2017

Creativity, like the ocean, has an ebb and flow built into it, a coming in and a going out.  This is the very thing I LOVE--  it’s on and off moments that create the mesmerizing sounds and movements that we can't get enough of.  We are the ocean, you and I. It's okay to float and drift, to move inward and outward, to be busy and to rest, to give and to receive.  Embrace the rhythm and know that what flows out will surely flow back.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

April 2017


Telling time here, you quickly learn to depend on the sun rather than an electronic device for frequent power outages and surges cause clocks to run fast or not at all. Battery clocks are okay, but have no lasting power… So when the sun zaps its rays into the eyeballs, it’s time to get up. Later in the day shadows on the porch tell me it is time to read a book… So nature serves me well. I rarely have to be anywhere at a certain time for time is irrelevant to my island friends.

Telling the day and month is way more challenging. With weather that varies little – ranging from “perfect” to “outstanding” – I can’t tell whether it’s February or April and knowing the day of the week is almost impossible, especially for those of us of “a certain age.” In the States, audible clues signal the day of the week. Trash pick-up is Wednesday. The recycling truck rumbles through the neighborhood on Thursday. The condo community’s landscape crew mows on Friday. The school buses don’t run on weekends. The mail truck doesn’t come on Sunday. Here, we don’t have trash pick-up or mail delivery, so all I hear are waves, the call of the osprey, and the click of palm fronds. I only get concern when I am preparing to head back to the states. Afraid I might find that my flight was YESTERDAY or that I might miss painting en plein air on FRIDAYS!


Sunday, March 19, 2017

March 2017

When was the last time you immersed yourself in something?  I mean up to your eyeballs, forget to eat, and totally focused on ONE thing.   This seems NOT TO BE my mode of operations.   I think I can juggle several things at one time… called today multi-tasking.  The most ridiculous idea to come out of my generation (re-define as “screwing up several things at once.)    However, I still find time to paint....