SWEET LAVENDER DREAMS — In the heat of July the lavender blooms, releasing the scent that has become the signature of Provence. Around every hill town and village, landscapes are swathed in rows and rows of purple fields. The dry dusty ground peeks through neat lines of lavender plants, humming with the sound of bees … Read more
ON TOUR THIS SUMMER — International sculptor, Sergio Ruffato, and French based, Atlanta-born painter, Jill Steenhuis, will be showing an exceptional selection of artwork, including metal sculptures, oil paintings, and lithographs in Wilson, Wyoming from August 2-4, and in Hamilton, Montana on August 7th and 8th.
As some of you already know, in France it is bad luck to send your New Year’s greetings before the new year has begun & then you have until January 31 to do it. Having adopted the French ways that suit me, this is one that I like. “Here’s my secret, it’s very simple: It … Read more
It all started 17 years ago when I bought my first Van Gogh silk scarf of the Irises from the Musee d’Orsay shop. I was always disappointed with the postcards and posters of the great master works. The reproductions were so poor, never like the painting I had just seen. Then I discovered the … Read more
Dear Friends, I’m at Camp Desoto and I wish you were here. Camp is just as much fun as I remember it. Phil and Marsha have pulled out all the stops to make our painting retreat one to remember. And boy will we remember it! Each meal we eat together at a long table in … Read more
The idea came about when some Camp Desoto “girls” attended my oil painting workshop in Provence a few years ago. You see, once a girl spends a month on Lookout Mountain at Camp Desoto, she becomes a Desoto girl. No matter where life takes her, with the familiar melody of a song, the smell of … Read more
The summer after graduating from Sweet Briar College with a BFA in studio art, I journeyed to the south of France to discover Cézanne’s Mountain. I thought if I could see it for myself and walk in the very places where Cézanne had painted, I might understand his vision and I might be shown the way to my own inner poetry…