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October Gold
 24" x  40"



In the Fullness of Time
24" x  60"


      
Near Pacheco Pass                                                                                        Wine Shadows       
  15" x  30"                                                                                                      30" x  60"   

         
         Irises in the Mission Garden                                       Above Firenze                                                  Wine Country                       
    36" x  48"                                                             24" x  30"                                                           12" x  16"    

June Carey Limited Editions

Villa di Castillo
18" x  30"-AP-12/200

         
           Primavera                                                 Lost in Chianti                                     Big Little Mission Garden
22" x  28"-AP-4/15                                       24" x  18"-AP-4/25                                        10" x  14"-AP-4/15     

         
Springtime in the Mission Garden                                      My Sonoma                                                         Pacheco Pass                  
10" x  13"-AP-4/25                                               20" x  30"-AP-4/25                                               36" x  48"-AP-3/15

    
   The Padre's Vineyard                                                                          Song of the Wine Country
16" x  46"-AP-4/20                                                                                     20" x  60"-AP-3/20  

“From early childhood I remember the intense experience of coming upon a scene where light and land come together in such a way as to overwhelm me with emotion. After years of struggling to express the beauty of the scenes I love, I am still occasionally overwhelmed when I come upon a perfect place, by the need to share that which is far too beautiful for me to ever completely capture."

Born in Maryland, the first 11 years of my life were spent in Maryland, Virginia, and Pennsylvania’s beautiful Amish farm country. Ours was a home always alive with the sounds of singing, laughter, and a love for the arts. My father was a voice instructor, and there was a steady flow of eccentric, artistic, and interesting larger- than- life-characters, as my father’s greatest passion was the Italian opera, and all it’s drama. But I was NOT a performer! And while the rich, and tragic melodic theme from Aida seemed to always play in the background of my heart, and life, I found myself in search of a quiet reality, where no one could make me forget who I was or why. The real life opera of my family life was a drastic contrast to the truthful beauty of the tranquil land, where I could breath in the life of the things that flourished under the warming sun. I remember vividly, when I was 5, loosing myself, in the turquoise twilight magic of an summer evening , taken in in by the breath of sweet fields of winter wheat, beneath the rising sliver of a moon. Here I felt I found my self, my love, my truth, . While the melodramatic voices loudly echoed from our little farm house, I escaped into the quiet roar of the singing crickets, and the song of the meadow lark, and here I felt, was a place that was mine. As my life changed, my parents divorced, and we moved away, I always longed for my beautiful Pennsylvania fields, where everything was the way it should be.

I can’t explain why I feel such passion for the beauty of the fertile earth, but these things have been my real teachers. Through colorful, and crazy years of growing up, from the Eastern seaboard, through the hills of the Ozarks, to California, where I arrived at 19, the sun never fades, and the power of the earth causes brave little plants to push themselves into the light, even in the middle of a busy LA freeway! These things make me happy and so, I have gone in search of the scenes where I feel the quiet reality, and the essence of life, itself, as the way the world needs to be for human beings to grow and thrive.
 

I began painting full time in 1982 , starting from the literal sidewalk, I did my time  as a starving artist, with a young son to raise from a first marriage. But, there came a time when I was happy to leave the tragic artist vision behind, for the happy success of sell-out gallery shows, in Carmel California and award banquets in Jackson, WY at the Arts for the Parks where I won the Region II Award twice.  In 1991 I married late historical maritime artist David Thimgan, and for the next 13 years we thrived and grew together, running with our cameras up and down the N. coast , trying to capture the California light we both loved.  It was on one of these impulsive escapes to the Mendocino coast , as we traveled through the back roads, that I discovered the California wine country, in the all the glory of a late summer afternoon light. I was so happy to have found a place in California that reminded me of my long , lost fields of Pennsylvania, where green things thrived, under the care of humans. I painted my first Vineyard scene in 1996, and as time passed, all this has taken me to the countryside of Tuscany , where I feel I probably lived in a former lifetime. My Italian opera theme song has never left my heart, and somehow, life seems to have come full circle, to connect , again, the passions of my life.

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