To escape my town's construction and traffic congestion, I go to the beach and study birds anew, seeking inspiration as for this egg tempera painting, Kinship. I paint birds differently now. In my imagination, I feel the weightlessness of their warm bodies, their...
I just shipped this new egg tempera painting, Wisps of Spring, to Lily Pad Gallery. It represents a further exploration into shimmering color and light like in this painting, Shimmer and Shine. An attempt to create movement in stillness. I ponder this paradox of...
After we loaded the final painting, Arising, into the SUV, I wiped my brow and looked around. It was hot for early June on the island. Above the porch hung the familiar red sign with white lettering: Hughes Gallery. It would soon come down. After 22 years in Boca...
This oil painting, Everything is You, was the first major painting to sell during my show at Hughes Gallery in January. It was a struggle to paint and came to me like a dream ebbing and flowing out of my consciousness. You know, the kind of dream that comes upon...
That first kiss. The birth of a butterfly. Hearty laughter with friends Witnessing my twin's first breath. Family bonds. The intimacy of a Beloved. Pelicans gliding over breaking surf in the morning sun. The touch of delicate snowflakes falling on my tongue in...
A soft April evening breeze rustles the palms outside my window and stirs a candle flickering beside me. It burns in solidarity and remembrance for those in Ukraine, and for loved ones long gone. A distant train horn blows low and long. I trace its song back through...
In January, I delivered Tethered by Spirit along with 18 other paintings to Hughes Gallery, Boca Grande, Florida, for my annual show. Tethered by Spirit is vaguely based on a memory of a coastal walk with my father many years ago as he entered his sixth decade. Now,...
Where did this year go!? I have posted nothing here since August. I have been busy painting for a show in January at Hughes Gallery. It opens on January 17, 2022. Sales at my other galleries have been active, and new paintings are on the idea board. I’ll post work...
A silent bird glides out of the fog that lays a gray, moist blanket over the land and obscures the cove as I write this in a house full of sleeping people. Unseen gulls cry, catbirds mew, and the coffee percolates as I process my thoughts from the past 12 days in...