Ever since I was a girl, I absorbed the exotic scents wafting from the deep Jerusalem windows. I watched the moss do battle with the paint peeling from a window pain and I sought to capture the moment on canvas. I grew older, seeing the world a few feet higher and noticed the potted plants cascading down from the porch overhead. The shutters were a new enigma to be appreciated. And so I watched them all.
Now, when I sit down to paint, it’s as if I’m drawing a portrait my close friends.