Grace Hudson
Grace Carpenter Hudson (1865–1937) was an American painter. She was nationally known during her lifetime for a numbered series of more than 684 portraits of the local Pomo Indians. She painted the first, "National Thorn", after her marriage in 1891, and the last in 1935.
Read more about Grace Hudson: Early Life, Marriage To John Hudson, Professional Success, Grace Hudson Museum and Sun House
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