Update: Ann is not currently painting; the only available artwork is at Elisa Contemporary.
Artwork is available at Elisa Contemporary Art, in the NYC area.
Paintings and prints are also available from Saatchi with worldwide shipping.
A selection of original artworks are also available to the trade at Art Design Carta, through their Exclusive Collections (for art and design professionals, architects, and interior design shops).
Please contact the studio for information, and check back for additional details.
Thoughts on the artwork recently shared by a collector “I love the serenity and sense of stillness of your paintings! This is exactly the art I had been looking for, and am glad I found. Each time I look at the painting, I know I’ll have the same reaction of feeling renewed. Your work is beautiful.”
“In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary.” -Aaron Rose
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” -Henry David Thoreau
“The challenge is not in seeking new landscapes, but in seeing with new eyes.” -Proust
“It is not down on any map; true places never are.” -Herman Melville
“The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.” -Aristotle
“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring, will be to arrive where we started, and know the place for the first time.” -T.S. Eliot
“The human spirit needs places where nature has not been rearranged by the hands of man.” -Unknown
“We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors. We borrow it from our children.” -Chief Seattle
“There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines all our lives.” -Josephine Hart
“The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science.” -Albert Einstein
“We spend most of our time and energy in kind of a horizontal thinking. We move along the surface of things… but there are times when we stop. We sit still. We lose ourselves in a pile of leaves or its memory. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.” -James Carroll