Based on ‘In the Grass’ by Arthur Hughes. Heather Sing to me of scarlet skies and I will paint you a valley, sealing your sigh in my wind. One, where on topaz mornings, I might look out onto the restless waves and see in their rise, a reason why my heart skips stones. -Amy Struthers


Based on La Rêverie by Renoir. Jeanne Who would believe that dew drops could birth dimples or that the hope of spring could stir the lily that is my daughter? The water to a forget-me-not field, reaching towards the sun, with the gleam of its warmth in her eyes. My surprise, when in seasons I…