I am endlessly drawn to the hidden beauty along the Pacific coast, particularly the delicate first bloom of flowers that grace Highway 92 in early spring. As I paint these vibrant fields near Half Moon Bay, I often reflect on the words of Claude Monet: 'I must have flowers, always and always.' There is something profoundly moving about capturing these fleeting moments of nature's splendor, and I find myself returning to them with a sense of wonder.
I am endlessly drawn to the hidden beauty along the Pacific coast, particularly the delicate first bloom of flowers that grace Highway 92 in early spring. As I paint these vibrant fields near Half Moon Bay, I often reflect on the words of Claude Monet: 'I must have flowers, always and always.' There is something profoundly moving about capturing these fleeting moments of nature's splendor, and I find myself returning to them with a sense of wonder.