This egg tempera is one of the paintings that I’ve been working on over the summer. I intended to paint birds flying over the shoreline, titling it Night Flyers. Or I may save the idea for a large oil painting. I found this bird of paradise flower placed beside a...
Sea Light is a new egg tempera painting that just came off the easel. It flowed from my brush, a gift from memory or muse. Which one is a mystery to me, I have been doing this for a long time; you know. Imagining paintings. All my painting life I have wondered where...
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...