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...
Muted classical music floats through the studio. The morning sun polishes my coffee cup. My cat, Remey, languidly stretches on the floor at my feet. A good time to reflect as I prepare for a trip to Maine. When I was a child, I spent some nights at my grandma...
"Even if time is just a flicker of light" - Neil Finn A Flicker of Time is a large oil painting, 36 x 48 inches available at Hughes Gallery. Many of my paintings begin life as words and memories. Word pictures alight from passages in books, overheard conversations...
Her Grace is one of seven small egg tempera paintings on my easel right now. See on Instagram. In a previous post, The Light Keepers, I asked for your earliest memory. It was heartening to read your emails and comments sharing your own memories. Thank you. Your...
They came down from the sky to alight on the shore, and left their hieroglyphic tracks pressed in the sand. I followed them to the sea. They gathered in the shoal where decades ago my children played as toddlers. The surf receded, the clouds parted, and the sun...
The studio, almost midnight, my young cat leaps on the windowsill and yowls at the full moon.Ocean breeze wafts the linen curtains. A distant train sounds its horn as it rattles over the bridge near my old river home. It thunders over the remnants of the road built...
Twenty-Two years ago today was the last day I saw my father alive. Soon after, in the early hours after midnight, he succumbed to a yearlong battle with cancer. He was 63. The age I am now. Today I walked the beach through the sea mist in communion with his spirit....
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...