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.

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.

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.

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 coastal watercolor built around reflection, movement and changing light.