The Art & Writings of Daniel Ambrose
The studio, almost midnight, my young cat leaps on the windowsill and yowls at the full moon.Ocean breeze wafts the linen curtains. A distant train sounds its horn as it rattles over the bridge near my old river home. It thunders over the remnants of the road built...
Twenty-Two years ago today was the last day I saw my father alive. Soon after, in the early hours after midnight, he succumbed to a yearlong battle with cancer. He was 63. The age I am now. Today I walked the beach through the sea mist in communion with his spirit....
I am pleased to announce that I have been elected a Signature Member of the American Society of Marine Artists. My egg tempera painting, Nine for a Kiss, was one of 12 paintings the Board members and Fellowship reviewed for my application. Founded over 40 years ago,...
A childhood roaming waterways where tall grasses grew inspired Birdsong. Red-wing blackbirds trilling in the springtime. Showy males, swaying high atop bending reeds, flashing their scarlet badges. I created this painting for my show at Hughes Gallery, opening...
This pandemic has been particularly hard on families with children, living on the margins of society. Family Renew Community is a local organization that has provided shelter and support to hundreds of families with children. They give families a hand up - not a hand...
I was sitting on the steps in the April sun, following the breeze through a field of yellow, pink and white wildflowers. Or was I dreaming of a faraway sea? Wherever I am, softly, you whisper. Inspiration is divine. A gift to cherish and not squander. It...
During this pandemic, I’ve been riffling through my 30 year collection of sketchbooks for bird inspiration and found stories and spoonbills. This Roseate Spoonbill egg tempera painting is a pair I observed and sketched in a quiet southern estuary decades ago....
In January 2020, my solo show opened at Hughes Gallery and I was swinging my brush for a summer show at Cheryl Newby Gallery, that included these 2 egg tempera paintings, I’m With Him, and I’m With Her. Then the world upended. Among the artist tribe, daily...
The beckoning sea wind assures me that this too shall pass. Grand friends will gather on porches of seaside houses and around sizzling grills, making happy memories. Our cares cast aside for another day. If we only knew when. Whether I accept or deny it, the reality...