I close my eyes and I see endless fields of lavender, deep purple lavender swaying rythmically to the humming of the honey bees. It seems all of natures intentions are directed to the lavender even the mass of dark clouds looming low over the mountains are offering the lavender an even deeper shade of purple. the sun forcing it’s rays through the rain make the wheat fields dazzle apple green and bounce brightly off the lavender until it collides with the mountains and sky and drops again as rain.

Art in the rain in Provence


Lavender to infinityThe plateau gives itself willingly to the lavender, take me I am yours. There is something quite mystical about it. The butterflies don’t flutter by when I pass. Time stands still and still we hum.

Pretty pretty in ProvenceBeew a buzzing in Provencewho am I in Provence

A few of Lee and Mellissa’s paintings of the fields some of the paintings are unfinished.


Lee and Melissa deep in concentration.


A bientôt