Oh did we think it was going to be that easy!? It seems to be a wee bit more challenging than I had anticipated to actually reach all of the recipients. More about this later on. We shall get to the winners eventually, but from the looks of my inbox, only one is likely going to be known in time for

The clock on the stove says it is 4:27 am. There isn’t even a hint of dawn this late in August. I turn the light on in the pantry so that it will reflect across the kitchen without blinding my sleepy eyes. Water is added to a pot and the element place on high. The stainless steel coffee press and th

The Art of Terrill Welch Gallery celebrated its 2nd anniversary last weekend. Two years already! We are having an amazing year and I love that you are part of this success, in whatever way works for you. This includes finding new paintings for your art collection, browsing the gallery in-person or o

What, you might ask, could art collecting and extreme frugality have in common? As an art collector, as well as an artist/gallery owner and a person who practices extreme frugality, I am here to say - A LOT! For me, extreme frugality has less to do with savings (which seems to happen by default) and

Plein air painting or painting in the open air seems like it should be a leisurely Sunday picnic in the park. A person sticks on a floppy hat, sets up an easel on a sunny afternoon by the sea and there you have it - a dab, dab and dab of paint and you are done. What could be safer than that right? W

One year and 28 issues later brings us to the first anniversary of “A Brush With Life”. Together, we did this hard thing! Because of your encouraging notes, passionate comments and purchases of my original paintings, I never wavered on my commitment to bring the best bits to you, in this curated new

There is a Welsh phrase (not a “Welch” phrase) “dod yn ôl at fy nghoed”, meaning “to return to a balanced state of mind” or the literal translation is “to return to my trees“. This, as you know, is something that I do often. But sometimes, I even surprise myself with how powerful the pull

Bundles of impressions with snippets of morning light linger over the rounded forms of the cliff and ragged sun-bleached driftwood. The sweet lime-toffee-scent of new growth on cedar and fir trees mingle with the pungent sea at low tide and crest into my awareness between barking sea lions and the d

What might I imagine it means to paint within infinite time? I might remain forever curious, knowing that each work is a long movement within an endless space of observation and experience. How does this show up in my practice as a landscape painter? Well, let’s see....