The Art of Daniel Ambrose

  In the summer of 2016, three dear friends, Mary, Don, Eleinne and I sat around the dining room table of Nanatuck in Port Clyde, Maine discussing the contemporary plein air movement. Our talk turned towards previous schools of art that derived their inspiration from...

  One for Sorrow continues the series of ten egg tempera paintings I began several years ago after the death of my Grandma Dewey. Inspired by an old English nursery rhyme, I painted them not in numerical but inspirational sequence. Each one coming when a sudden image...

  Sunday morning sun is rejuvenating after the cold rains. Palm leaves rustle overhead and the sea breeze brings a scent of flowers—brings luminous memories of faraway faces and places. I open the house to the balmy air—to purify—dispel the sleepless ghosts of...

  Puppy came as the best things do, by fortune or divine guidance. His rescuer was her then husband. Her father went to the Humane Society with him and described seeing the cat for the first time. He had just arrived. His hair matted and caked with mud. Full...