6x8 image, hand signed Giclee reproduction printed locally in Ballard using archival inks on 8x10 german etching paper.
Picolino’s is one of those places that feels like a little secret, even though the neighborhood knows exactly where it is. It’s my once-a-week coffee date with friends, so I was pretty excited when I got to paint it. The coffee shop is always packed with regulars, with plenty of room to spill out onto the street, the back patio in summer, or the tented patio when the weather turns. And conveniently, it sits right in the middle of one of my regular walking routes. The back patio is the real magic—a tiny wormhole into some secret European garden where you could easily forget you’re in Sunset Hill. Housemade bread and pastries, wood-fired pizza, great coffee… honestly, divine. It’s become one of those places woven into my regular Seattle routine.
6x8 image, hand signed Giclee reproduction printed locally in Ballard using archival inks on 8x10 german etching paper.
Picolino’s is one of those places that feels like a little secret, even though the neighborhood knows exactly where it is. It’s my once-a-week coffee date with friends, so I was pretty excited when I got to paint it. The coffee shop is always packed with regulars, with plenty of room to spill out onto the street, the back patio in summer, or the tented patio when the weather turns. And conveniently, it sits right in the middle of one of my regular walking routes. The back patio is the real magic—a tiny wormhole into some secret European garden where you could easily forget you’re in Sunset Hill. Housemade bread and pastries, wood-fired pizza, great coffee… honestly, divine. It’s become one of those places woven into my regular Seattle routine.
