As a student I traveled throughout Europe. One morning in the South of France I was painting on a mountainside looking down on a lush green valley contrasted by the blue sky with white sheep being herded through the hillside. I sat at my easel and could not bring the brush to the canvas; I just wanted to look, to breathe in the air, and to imagine my life as a painter. It was that summer I first remember thinking that if I could spend my time as a painter and be able to travel the world, I would be happy with how my life turned out. Many years later I became the director of a travel program, bringing artists to paint in the landscape and visit the great centers of art. I did most of these paintings while teaching in Europe and some in my new home of Southern California.