Glenda Leznoff

My garden is a sacred place, a source of food, a venue for dinner parties, a refuge. It’s also a place of inspiration. My tree peonies are voluptuous. Raindrops shiver on my roses. Light glows through spring’s tender green leaves. A fern waves good morning. The dog tramples my dahlias. I plant, water, daydream, and collect petals and fallen leaves. It pleases me to use organic materials in my paintings. Beauty, beauty, everywhere.