photo of Popham Beach by Pam Greene

photo of Popham Beach by Pam Greene

How we live our days is, of course, how we spend our lives...
— "The Writing Life" by Annie Dillard

Paying attention to the beauty of life’s small moments

Painting is my way to embrace the transience of life and meditate on the preciousness of each moment. In this, I share an affinity with the Japanese aesthetics of mono no aware and wabi sabi. I am moved by the beauty of imperfection, fleeting shadows, flickering light, and the effects of time on surfaces.

I paint cherry blossoms on pavement, long shadows from afternoon light, mossy rocks, weathered shingles, and portraits of my family from days long ago.

My oil paintings are very slow to make. I hope they also invite long and slow looking, evoking a bittersweet appreciation for the brief and beautiful moments of our lives..

My current art obsessions are classical antiquities, wallpaper patterns, Japanese prints by Kunisada, Hermes scarves, and retro fashion photography.

Artist Bio

I studied art, art history and economics at Wellesley College. After putting aside my artwork to get an MBA, pay a mortgage, and raise two kids, I am very dedicated to expressing myself through painting and showing my work at venues around Boston.

at Popham Beach

A parting thought about art and difficult times

from essayist Anne Fadiman (from the Harvard Gazette, 4.2.26):

“After I read from “Frog and Other Essays” at a bookstore recently, an audience member asked why I wrote about apparently trivial topics when there were so many difficult things happening in the world. Here is one answer. The South Polar Times was a magazine that circulated among the men on two early Antarctic expeditions led by the British explorer Robert Falcon Scott at the very beginning of the 20th century. These men were facing terrible risks, and Scott decided a periodical published during the months without sunlight might prevent them from getting cabin fever and remind them of the aspects of the world and their lives back home that were funny or beautiful or tender. It was hand-typed by one of the explorers once a month and circulated like a sacred text among men of all different ranks. That’s what kept their spirits going; that’s what they needed when they were facing death. We need beauty, wit, and attention to small things even more when we have to face large, painful things.”