The American Tonalist Society is having our 2nd Biennial show at the Salmagundi Club in New York City this April. Each artist has a profile page in the exhibition catalog. It's weird writing in the third person and how do you summarize a lifelong career? I don't...
The wind has subsided, and the sky is clearing over a calmed sea. Birds are returning to feeders and grasslands after tropical storm Nicole tore through Florida, weeks after Hurricane Ian. I filed away my impressions of the storms in my visual memory bank. Ideas to...
This egg tempera painting Firewheel, is titled after a summer blooming flower that grows in the beach dunes. It's also known as Indian Blanket. It attracts butterflies and is salt and drought tolerant and great for a garden. You can see it in the bottom right corner...
Every year for the last ten years, I have been going to Maine to paint. Out on the rocks, or in a cove, painting and making memories with my great friends rejuvenates my spirits. Except this year. This summer, I only made it to Maine in my mind. Instead, I have been...
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...