still life • fine art
The ordinary
The ordinary
made luminous.
A wine glass. A conch shell. A juicy tangerine glowing in sunlight.
These are the moments I capture with paint.
A wine glass. A conch shell. A juicy tangerine glowing in sunlight.
These are the moments I capture with paint.
In the dirt, in the light, in whatever the garden displays this week.
In flowers, fruit, and foliage, I find my muse – beauty that brings joy.
This is my world.
A moment of observation elevated through art.
Look upon the Honored Vessels series as group portraits. Each body is unique, beautiful, transparent or opaque, open or closed, decorative or plain – yet, beyond the facade, each has the ability to be filled and what we put into our containers will be seen. We can't help it. Love, hurt, joy, resentment, anger, grace, all are visible. Each vessel becomes a lens, distorting and refracting everything around it.
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It's 5:00 somewhere! In my younger days, I could partake in an evening cocktail or two without it disturbing my sleep. Now, I'm more interested in how the light illuminates liquid, reflects off brushed metal, glows on frosted glass, and looks leathery on the skin of olives.
I'm fascinated by what I see on a wine glass, the upside-down reflection of the room. I love all the colors that I see in the wrinkle of a tablecloth or the sparkle of cut crystal. I have several paintings exploring evening elixirs and moments of relaxation.
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Family Vacation – conch shell, glass vessels, colorful sea shells scattered on the edge of the sea. Which one represents you? View painting →
"I want you to feel the way I felt when the light danced upon the glass, illuminated the shells, and sparkled upon the water – little wonders."— Trisha
Fresh cut from the garden, white irises accompanied by a glass of chilled white wine. Every year, it's among my favorite rituals. Tall stems of large lacy flowers arranged in a beautiful cut crystal vase we received as a wedding gift fill the house with the delicate sweetness of springtime.
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As usual, breakfast by the window overlooking the garden where tall clusters of orange daylilies almost obscure the birdbath. One morning I realized that an ordinary meal was actually an extraordinary composition of color and light. Blue Willow dishes handed down a generation perfectly complemented the orange fruit, marmalade, and lilies. Reflective color bounced all around. The unusual glass fruit bowl that my dad bought my mom on their honeymoon in Gatlinburg cradled oranges and bananas that added even more interest to the design. Instead of a fork, I grabbed my camera. I hadn't even put food on my plate yet.
I don't just paint things – everything has meaning. Everything is a reflection of my life that I hope resonates with you.
View Orange MarmaladeA painting really begins on the wall it ends up on. Some of these paintings have already found their rooms.
My work spans the hyperrealistic to the freely impressionistic — from gleaming glass jars on a pebbled shore to loosely painted irises and wine-soaked dinner tables. What links them all is an obsessive attention to how light transforms a subject.
I paint in oil, mostly from life, in my studio on a small farm in middle Georgia.
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