When living in New York City, you're often asked where you live—what neighborhood, what cross streets, and, for visitors, which subway station is closest to you. For us, our answers were always the same: Nolita. Mott and Broome. And the Spring Street Station.
I was proud to call the Spring Street Station ours. For one, it was nestled among my favorite shops. The 6 train was reliably timely. And the romantic in me secretly liked that it was named after my favorite season — spring — where everything feels possible.
Most subway platforms are adorned with artwork unique to the station. The designs vary, reflecting the character of the stop, and at Spring Street, we had a tile mosaic outlined by tulips.


The first time I truly fell in love with the city was on an early March morning three years ago. My husband and I set out on a meandering walk through Lower Manhattan as the city stirred awake. Shop windows blinked open, chittering birds flit overhead, and to my surprise, there were tulips. Everywhere.
They lined the promenade of Washington Square Park, greeted us at restaurant entryways, and welcomed neighbors on brownstone stoops. Endless arrays of colorful buds, reaching upward and outward, eager for Spring’s promise.






It felt as though the city itself was courting Spring’s arrival with bouquets of tulips, and by extension, it was courting me. Inviting me to join in this internal unfurling—stretching one’s spirit upward and outward to embrace the brighter days ahead and the good things to come.
This colorful invitation was one I couldn’t refuse. I, too, wanted to be where the tulips were.
So, the following year, we found ourselves living in New York City, in the Nolita neighborhood, on Mott and Broome, just a stone’s throw from the Spring Street Station.
What followed in those two years was nothing short of a spiritual awakening—an internal spring, if you will. A season where everything felt possible, if only you’re willing to stretch your arms wide enough to ask, and most importantly, to receive.
With that, it is with the deepest gratitude that I introduce to you my latest body of work, The Tulip Collection, arriving this March. Each painting within the collection is a unique expression of color and form, crafted with the intention of reflecting the character of its collector and playfully personifying their own "internal spring."
My sincerest hope is that every piece in your home becomes your spiritual subway station platform—greeting you as you come and go, reminding you of the good things heading your way, and courting you to simply reach out and bloom.
See you in spring,
Meg
The Tulip Collection, arriving March 3rd, 2025
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Your yellow tulips positively dance on the canvas. I love them all and especially love your story of the Spring Street Station and of our beloved City coming alive come spring with every bulb imaginable coloring the landscape. Spring in NYC is possibly The Best. Congratulations on capturing it.
Love to you and Jake.