Unforgettable moment during an outdoor painting workshop.
There is such a wealth of subject matter within a few miles—or blocks—of each other.
Centuries-old gates and plane trees were planted by Napoleon to adorn a roadside vineyard.
Stop to smell the grass beneath your feet, something prickly and unfamiliar, like sage or a wide swath of wild oregano standing there before your eyes.
Every square inch is a subject for painting and color, an exercise that is almost like therapy.
We live in open-air paintings.
Welcome to Provence.
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