
Annual Open Studio, Oct 17 & 18, 2026
It’s still warm but cool air and fall colors will be here before you know it! Then, it’s time to drive the Scenic River road on the way to Barb and Tom’s Fall Open Studio.

It’s still warm but cool air and fall colors will be here before you know it! Then, it’s time to drive the Scenic River road on the way to Barb and Tom’s Fall Open Studio.

Autumn has returned once again with bright Cerulean Blue skies and pumpkin-colored leaves! It’s time to enjoy our Fall Open Studio on the Scenic River Road.

It is scientifically proven that trees communicate with each other by means of chemical signals that are facilitated by the extensive network of fungi underground in a symbiotic relationship.

They have been communicating, but we just didn’t hear them until now.

As the old mother tree slowly loses upper branches and leaves, sunlight is able to penetrate below the canopy to assure growth in young seedlings. The mother tree knows her offspring and delivers needed nutrients through their root systems.

In Japan, it is a cultural practice to take regular walks in the forest for relaxation, contemplation and to sooth the soul.

It is scientifically proven that trees communicate with each other by means of chemical signals that are facilitated by the extensive network of fungi underground in a symbiotic relationship.

Come on out and enjoy our annual Open Studio, October 28 & 29, 10-6pm

We owe so much of our life sustainment to trees; hence, numerous cultures the world over embody the tree in their mythologies.




The Race Against Time / Beyond Time Will time run out for our feathered friends? Media: Acrylic, oil, cocnut husk, wood, feathers, linen cord, metallic thread, mica, handmade papers on

Time melts behind the screen. . . I dreamed I was the feather of the blue heron. Now I am here, later I will be there.

Mixed media collage. Turn a failed artwork into something stunning and new!



Swirling heat of a summer’s day bursting into a brilliant summer night.

The crescent moon worn by Diana is said to be the Ark or vessel of boat-like shape, symbol of fertility or the Container of the Germ of all life.

Shattered silence as the night falls and the sun slips into the river.




