I bought a fig and made five small paintings of it, turning it just a little for each painting; one for myself and one for each of my lovely sisters, each unique and special. I like things that come in fives.

My husband says this landscape painting with an Adirondack chair is lonely, but I consider it contemplative.

Plums on a gold background are for me reminiscent of the longing for the rituals of my childhood. The Renaissance painters placed their saints against gold as a gesture of reverence. Today we turn to the fecundity of nature to give us that hushed awe.