Birds nest in her high powdered and colorful chignon, cascades of fruit, the sweetness of meringues spill over her table. She gladly pays visits to her trailing attendants, the lambs of the Queen’s Hamlet Farm. One might also find her lost in the symmetry of the Petit Trianon gardens. Who is she ? Surrounded by a palette of pinks—bud, peach, bright, dried, a faded red, and a port—and greens— lichen, lime, avocado, moss, cactus—with a touch of pale yellow

Deep in the forest, in the dead of night, lanterns glow red in the dark. Could such beautiful mushrooms be poisonous ? Could the apples be bad ? Do the women in the glowing light posses magical powers ? Are the leafed hands that gather the holly berries somewhat medicinal ? A fruitfull harvest of reds and greens, shaded with greys, blacks ?

From the window of a log cabin in the depths of a far northern forest, as dusk heralds the fall of the night, keep watch for the northern lights. Further afield, the dark blue shadows of wild animals lengthen across the pack ice. An Inuit mask celebrates the importance of the sun. Snug as a bug, the animals of the forest gather on a sock. Big round flowers resemble oranges. Shades of Mykonos blue, emerald greens and a palette of orange and golden yellow hues lend a 70’s feel to the picture.

Turtles dove parade their feathers. Liken dresses the tree trunks in shimmering colors, oak leaves dancing on the wind. Autumn treasures take refuge in the undergrowth...