Two houses, with two very different personalitites, painted for one return client.

Painting a house in Northern Michigan means acepting that the trees will probably try to steal the show.

As a U-M alumni, getting asked to paint for the grand opening of Wolverine Village felt pretty surreal and is definitely a career highlight.

40+ years, one house and approximately 4,000 million bricks.

It’s only 5×7, but apparently that’s plenty of room for an entire garden.

This colorful house portrait came with a thank you note that honestly made me a little emotional.

A periwinkle house, a red door and two tiny details that absolutely had to make it into the painting.

The restaurant/brewery may be gone, but the memories live on in ink and watercolor.

The photos didn't quite tell the whole story, so I took a few creative liberties—and the mailboxes made the cut.

This adorable dog stopped to smell the flowers, and then I had figure out how to paint all of them.

A luxury Birmingham closing gift, with a little sunshine added because the reference photo wasn't bringing enough.

The building was very wide. The paper size was not. And somehow, I had to make them work.

Turns out getting laid off was a surprisingly effective business plan. (I still wouldn't recommend it.)

It started with one very specific tote for my sister… until the “Where did you get that?!” questions started.

Equal parts retirement gift and architectural endurance test.

Some moments last about three seconds. Thankfully, watercolor lasts a lot longer.

A closing day commission that proved a white house is rarely as simple as it looks.

We were waiting for fireworks, but the sky started showing off first.

A watercolor keepsake of the place where two students met in The Windy City.

Sometimes a house portrait is really just a negotiation between memory and reality.