Barren Trees and more art by Jane Beckwith

I painted "The Broken Willow" the morning I left my farm for the last time, after being there for 25 years. The night before a storm sent the big limb to the ground. It seemed such a symbol at the time and in these times it stands again for loss. My bedroom is my studio now. With my strict quarantine since February, I have actually found time to take some short workshop classes through Robert Blackburn. Usually in summer I would be in Venice at the Scuola Internazionale di Gragicia and in Florence at the eponymous art school. I won't be going this year. It isn't Italy, but how fortunate I am to have a big deck outside my kitchen door for an outside studio.