Inspiration Articles

Evening Magic

Evening Magic

A haunting blue evokes my muse... an elusive blue that moans in memories halls, summoning images from the liminal regions of my imagination, sparkling like fireflies over a southern marsh. To begin an egg tempera painting like Evening Magic, I need to tap into...

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A Blue Day in August

A Blue Day in August

  I aimed to leave for Maine on the 8th of August. The car packed and the studio clean. I had a long road ahead of me. The day came, and I wandered over to the beach with my coffee and sat in the sand to steep in the sunrise. Intent on trying to decipher the...

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The Story of the Painting Fireflies at Dusk

The Story of the Painting Fireflies at Dusk

The story of this egg tempera painting Fireflies at Dusk, began as inspiration long forgotten. Fourteen years later, this painting of fireflies floating over a field of grass, manifested from restlessness. Maybe it’s wanderlust or perhaps the hot summer breeze. Could...

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Lunabelle

Lunabelle

  "Inspiration. Is this what you're looking for?" My muse inquires. High above an aqua ocean, three white birds coast south through curling clouds, wispy like smoke. The moon a day from being full, floats above palms and sea grapes in an ageless sky. The setting...

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Spring Visitor: A Painting About Respect

Spring Visitor: A Painting About Respect

When I was twenty-four, I built a house. And though I didn’t know it then, when I landscaped the yard, I was also planting inspiration seeds for this enchanting egg tempera painting, Spring Visitor. Around that house I planted trees, shrubs and flowers; maples, sweet...

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Morning Whispers

Morning Whispers

"I like it quiet in the mornings." This, I am certain I heard her whisper. Black coffee or green tea steaming in a favored mug. The nectar of inspiration. Listening for morning whispers. Tell me you love pale light veiling over misty sea, water gently teasing bare...

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The Kiss of Life

The Kiss of Life

Last January, my daughter called at twilight wanting to know the name of a bright star. Venus, I replied. The evening star. I was in the process of reworking a painting with Venus in it that I wrote about in Before I Sleep. Our conversation brought to mind an egg...

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The Profound Beauty of Silence

The Profound Beauty of Silence

Sometimes words are too shadowy to describe the luminous spectrum of life experiences. When words fail, all that remains is the profound beauty of silence. The need to express the ineffable existed in humans long before we invented the written word. We communicated in...

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Painting the Sound of a Seaside Morning

Painting the Sound of a Seaside Morning

The sun is gleaming on the the water. Far out on the horizon, a rolling thunderstorm grumbles over the Gulf. Closer to shore, cumulus clouds drift in a silent, lazy train.

I am surrounded by textures, immersed in patterns, forms repeat in various incarnations. Floating, curving and ever shifting forms. The moist air of clouds. . .

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