One of the unexpected, and delightful consequences of the six years I spent in Moscow, is that I now have a circle of friends that spans the globe. One of my dearest friends from my Moscow days now owns a home and 17 acres of land in the Ardeche region of France. In the spring of 2009, I spent a couple weeks there with her.
Lindy would garden all day, I would paint all day, and we would meet up in the evening in front of a roaring fire in her 16th century stone farmhouse where we would drink too much wine, eat way too much French cheese and bread and bask in the warmth of lasting friendship.
This small collection of paintings on paper are the result of that trip, and I hope, do some small justice to the loveliness of France.See the Work