Fire island, only red wagons and bicycles allowed

My mother and I lived on Fire Island, off Long Island, NY, until I was 3. I knew not to go in the water over my ankles and had incredible freedom wandering up and down the beach by myself. My mother would keep track of me by hearing screams as people discovered the gift of sand crabs I would dig up and present. Fire Island is still a special place, although it has been built up quite a bit since then. The only wheels allowed on the island are red wagons and bicycles. No roads, just boardwalks connecting the sea to the bay and all the houses. People arrive by ferry from Long Island. 
Fire Island, watercolor, 9 x 12", Maud Guilfoyle

The Artist's Eye

Night Window Still Life, 8 x 10", acrylic on panel © Maud Guilfoyle

The artist's eye ... you never know what will attract it. Three beautiful objects on this window sill and what caught my attention? the tangle of roots of the hyacinth bulb and the way they held the reflected light.

Hudson River, City of Dreams, plein air oil painting

Painting in Piermont, New York. If you walk down the pier you can see Manhattan in the distance around the Palisades that jut out into the river. Glad I painted this yesterday, today it is supposed to reach 100. With the high temperatures, paint starts to drag.

Baby rabbit from the Garden

Clover Dreams, acrylic on canvas board, 8 x 10", © Maud Guilfoyle
A friend of mine, Iris Orsini, fosters orphan baby rabbits every summer, helping them become independent. This painting was inspired by her photo on Facebook.