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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

A cozy metro Detroit cafe brought to life in ink and watercolor, tiny lettering and all.

A moving day commission, turning home into a keepsake for the family long after the boxes are gone.

A childhood home, a garden in full bloom and one very determined little dog.

From the red-checkered napkins to the legacy of Detroit's own "Sauce Boss," every detail was captured in watercolor.

Pink flowers everywhere, a towering tree, and a house full of character.

They sold the house, but the trees get to stay forever--at least on paper.

From tiny flower pots to flags, no detail was too small to make it into this hand-painted closing gift.

Capturing a home where every brick and blossom tells a story.

Turns out the real art was revealing the house the trees were determined to hide.

For the mom who has everything -- except a hand-painted version of her home in full bloom.