Prelude

Still exploring the shifting personalities of this view.

Here's the bright flashiness before things subdue, little by little neighbors turn out their lights, and the glitter of the city floats into the sky.

“Prelude” acrylic on 6x12” cradled basswood panel, 2024. All rights reserved.

Summer Sounds

Finished up the last of my summer paintings yesterday. Here’s one of them. A shame you can’t hear the soft symphony of bug & birdsong found here.

Out Back

When you’re young, there are things in life you take as a given. Because, what reason would you have to second guess them? As I’ve grown, the one thing I long for with an ache that feels like a part of me is missing is a garden. (Happily, in my current place we’ve worked hard to set up a mini one, but I still dream of acreage.)

This scene is of the first garden in my life, and I’ll always think of who tended to it, what it taught & provided, and how special it is to have a garden.

True Story

Sometimes the ocean really is that purple.

& now I’m enamored with light filtering up through tree lined streets.

Is there anything greater than Toulouse Lautrec?

I didn’t think so before I did this study and I’m more convinced after.

Pages in my sketchbook - two color studies playing around with palettes I don’t naturally gravitate to and this study of ‘At The Moulin Rouge’ circa 1895.

Lautrec has made a solid case for bringing black onto my palette.