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By Liz Neighbors | Liz Neighbors Studios There is something about Boston College that gets into your bones. Maybe it's Gasson Hall. I mean….have you ever seen a more beautiful building? In the fall with the leaves turning all gold and red around it, it looks like something out of a dream. In winter with a dusting of snow, even better. Spring sunshine on those Gothic towers….forget it. Every season Gasson shows up and absolutely delivers. Every single time. Or maybe it's just

By Liz Neighbors | Liz Neighbors Studios There's something about Georgetown that never leaves you. Maybe it's the cobblestones on 37th & O. Maybe it's the way M Street buzzes on a Friday night. Or the way Wisconsin Ave looks in October when the leaves are turning and everyone's in their finest Georgetown gear. Maybe it's just Jack the Bulldog trotting across campus like he owns the place….which, honestly, he does. Once a Hoya, always a Hoya. I painted the "Hoya Saxa" print be

By Liz Neighbors | Liz Neighbors Studios I want to tell you how this whole thing started. A while back, I made myself one simple promise: do art every day. Not to sell anything, not to build a business…just for me. For the pure joy of it. The same joy I had at ten years old, drawing rows of tulips on a manila folder for a school report about the Netherlands because I thought, you know, it needed a little pizazz. The teacher gave me extra credit. Lesson learned! When in doubt,

By Liz Neighbors | Liz Neighbors Studios Mom took me out of school early one afternoon in fifth grade. We drove from Manhasset all the way to the Brooklyn Museum to see the Van Gogh exhibit. Just the two of us. I remember pressing my face close to the glass case to look at his house…those thick, bold, unbelievable colors. I had never seen anything like it. I went home a completely different kid. I think about that afternoon a lot. How one afternoon can do that. How one exhibi

By Liz Neighbors | Liz Neighbors Studios There's a shade of blue that only exists on the Cape. I can't fully explain it. It's not the navy of a Brooks Brothers oxford...though I love that too, always will... it's more like the blue of a Hobie Cat sail in the afternoon light on Nantucket Sound. Or the way the sky looks over the boatyard in Cataumet on a cold, clear March morning. That blue. You know the one. That's where most of my paintings start, honestly. Not with a brush o