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...
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Softly, You Whisper
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...
Artist Story Tellers
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....
The Peace of Wild Things
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
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...
May Twilight in the Time of Covid-19
May Twilight is one of 14 paintings I delivered to Cheryl Newby Gallery in South Carolina for my Summer Show. The exhibition runs from June 27 to July 25. It was my first trip since Covid -19. I took extra precautions on the road and practiced the 3 W's recommended...
Egg Tempera Painting of a Brown Pelican
This sweet little egg tempera painting of a brown pelican just makes me smile. It is resting on my easel now along with other birds that I am painting for a show. It measures 7 by 5 inches wide. I think it looks nice, unframed... perhaps perched on a mini easel. It...
Bright April Days Will Come Again
The aroma of a backyard grill blends with salty air and takes me back to southern April afternoons when cares were few. Childhood days on my grandma Dewey’s beach-side back patio. Apricot sunlight bathes her fragrant magnolia blooms. Easter lamb grilling on the...
Wolf Moon
Wolf Moon sold during my show at Hughes Gallery in January, along with nine other paintings. We were off to a roaring season. Then Covid19 arrived and the island gallery shuttered their doors. Perhaps for the rest of the season. And even though I have a solo show...