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.









Wednesday, April 5, 2017

April 2017



LIVING ON ISLAND TIME

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!