“I am the guy in a café,” he says, “noticing a beautiful, warm, orange-violetlight chipping on people’sfaces across the room, and immediately thinking of ways to combine color andcapture that moment in my next painting.” Sometimes he is with penciland notebook, sometimes a camera. Observation is everything to him—whether seen, heard, or read, “it is all connected to thatwhich can be processed into a visual.”

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Every great artist has a story. Gloria Lee's story is similar to many children of the 1940s born to immigrant parents. Her mother was from Holland, Netherlands and her father was from Shanghai, China.

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