Feels Like Home

The past few months, I’ve been painting (of course), and also thinking deeply about what home really means.

After living in Marin and San Francisco my whole life aside from college, I moved to Twain Harte to start a family. And after a handful of years here, it finally feels like home. I have a community. I know the best places to paint. I have favorite swimming holes and camping spots. I know which parts of the road get icy in the winter. This place has become part of me—and me, part of it.

But home isn’t just a location. It’s a feeling, a memory, a sense of belonging. When I dream of home, I’m often in Mill Valley, in the house where I grew up. Mendocino feels like home too—not because I’ve lived there, but because my mom is there, and wherever she is, I feel at peace. When I spent a year abroad in Spain, my best friend was there too and whenever I saw her, that felt like home—because I felt understood, free, and deeply myself. And now that I’m married, being with my husband is home, no matter where we are.

This collection, Feels Like Home, is a tribute to those places and moments. Each landscape holds a piece of that feeling—whether it's rooted in a physical place, a memory, or the quiet sense of peace that sometimes finds us when we least expect it.

My hope is that these paintings might resonate with you—not because they show your home exactly, but because they stir a feeling you recognize. If one of them feels like home to you, I hope it finds its way there