In 2010, the year my father died, I conceived of a series of 50 paintings in tribute to him.  I began the paintings while he was still alive, during his last spring, before planting season. 

In 2001, my father had a debilitating stroke that resulted in my parents relocating to live with me. I started the practice of noticing plants along my walks, paying close attention and relating my day’s findings to him.  I was looking on his behalf.  Over the next ten years, the practice yielded a deeply ingrained habit - a daily quest to discover something new.   I dedicate this series of paintings to my father, who first taught me the discipline of close looking.