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This is a sunset over one of the vineyards at the Williamsburg Winery. The colors were very intense and seemed to vibrate. I used a new mixture of green to try to capture that vibrancy.
On display at the Williamsburg Winery.
Just before setting off in the canoe, the complexity of the scene jumped out at me. I liked the way the water rippled the cloud reflections and the shadows of the canoe and tree stump.
The Outer Banks has many hidden gems. We hiked around the back of Jockey's Ridge and found some secluded inlets and bays. I liked the way the colors played in the shallow water.
I've always been fascinated by running water. This stream in Maine has beautiful rocks and the golden light was very beautiful on the flat sections. I painted this several times as it was deceptively difficult to render the subtleties and motion of the water.
We visited our nephew's family in Norway, Maine last summer and took several hikes. This overlook was one of my favorites spots along the way.
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The palette is completely different at this time of year, but shades of summer remain in the understory. I like the way the late afternoon light filters through the trees.
We spent a couple weeks in the summer of 2019 visiting friends and family in Vermont. This river trail in the town of Warren has really beautiful rock formations shaped by water and ice.
I found an image in an old library book that was was being decommissioned. I remembered the beauty of Monument Valley, so I photoshopped images together to make this interesting perspective of receding colors. It is a small painting for such a large vista.
This is a little known trail in Arches where hikers pause to reflect in a small notebook. The rocks were wet and reflected the blues of the sky. I liked the contrast of weathered, shaped rock with silky blue water.
I really enjoyed visiting the Barnes Museum in Philadelphia. Even though the collection was very inspiring, the pool of water at the museum’s entrance was just as fascinating.
I enjoy walking on the Green Spring trail. Here is a view of wetlands with white trees disappearing into the blue water. I liked the linear quality of this image.
The end of my regular walk on the Green Springs Trail takes me through a forested section. I love the dappled light and the serenity I find walking here. Forest bathing is good for my well-being.
This is the pond at the Williamsburg Winery in the late spring. The winery has many beautiful places on its extensive property. A group of artists were asked to paint images of the grounds for display in the tasting rooms.
On display at Williamsburg Winery.
My house backs up to Shellbank Creek, which makes for a peaceful scene throughout the year. As a tidal creek it changes all the time and hosts a multitude of wildlife: herons, eagles, and river otters to name a few.
The Greensprings path is my favorite local forest walk. This is the third time I've painted a similar scene. I would like to capture the light and colors from every season. I liked the blues and browns of the dappled light and shadows.
This is the second time I've painted this scene. There is something that draws me into it. It could be that I just enjoy walking through forests, and this is an idealized autumn path.
This is an image of a bright and sunny fall day in the Outer Banks. I was mesmerized by the sky's reflection in the water. It seems to play with reality and perception.
I liked the soft blue light angling through the fall forest. It has a very gentle feeling and gives me a sense of peace.
Sonnenberg Gardens is a park in Canandaigua, New York, where I used to live. It features a mansion from the Victorian era and its grounds. My family loves to visit when we are back in the Finger Lakes.
The Greensprings Trail is my favorite walk. It is always shady and cool, with subtle color changes throughout the year. This is where I forest bathe and regroup.
This painting has eluded me for a couple of years. I love the circular bridge on the campus of William & Mary, but I had a hard time trying to articulate what I saw in my mind’s eye. I started at least three times. Finally, I returned to an earlier version and used a flat brush to square the image. Not what I had envisioned, but I like it.
There were so many vistas while driving along a highway near Zion National Park in Utah. I often snap photos from the car window while we travel. This is one of those—the blue square of sky was striking.
I revisited this image in Snow Canyon, Utah once again. I like the textures and colors, but I just can't seem to paint the feeling and effect I'm looking for.
College Creek is one of the many creeks near historic Jamestown. The tides create an ever changing vista of water, land, and light.
On display at the Spoke and Art Gallery.
Green Springs trail in Williamsburg, Virginia passes through woodlands and wetlands. This is a snapshot of a swamp with summer light creating linear reflections.
Utah has so many beautiful landscapes I can imagine spending a lifetime painting the colors and shapes. This desert lies to the East of Zion National Park. I liked the contrast of greens and reds and the footprints left in the desert sands.
The dunes near Provincetown are pristine and ever changing. I liked the late afternoon light shining through the tops of the grasses and the patterns made by the sand. This painting is based on an old image I found in a library book that was being discarded.
Shellbank creek in winter often looks like an abstract collage of reflections. This painting is based on a photo I saw on facebook, while looking at the colors of our winter creek.
This is a wild garden in Point Lobos, just south of Carmel. My friend Rachel and I climbed the old rugged steps that led to the pine and Eucalyptus trees at the cliff top, all hallowed by coastal fog. The smells were enticing—salt air, Eucalyptus, and anise. I thought about the metaphor of climbing a path into the unknown while I was painting.
This was originally a watercolor titled Wild and Free. I painted over it with oil, muting the colors, creating more of an impressionistic vision. I also made the horse less prevalent—just a suggestion of a running horse.
I painted over the original watercolor version of Last Light using oils. I am much happier with the result—the last light of the day really shines as the trees recede into darkness.
My sister-in-law currently lives in France and sent a number of photos of her new home. I loved the way everyone was walking toward the light, with muted reflections on the cobblestones.
My sister Janice lives in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. We’ve taken several walks along the shores of Lake Willoughby—a very deep and changeable lake. I originally painted figures on this scene, but felt they were distracting, and removed them. I then added Japanese paper to the oil painting and am happy with its textural quality. I like thinking of the people that have walked these shores—they are literally ghosted within the image.
Woodville is at the southern end of Canandaigua Lake, one of the Finger Lakes in western New York. I spent my childhood in this region. I have fond memories of the small cottages that line the lake shores.
Many Williamsburg residents visit College Creek on the James River via the Colonial Parkway. This is a beautiful undeveloped area, and gives you a sense of the land as it was when the settlers arrived 400 years ago. Zach enjoyed playing dragging a stick along the sand among the cypress knees and driftwood.
I used multiple glazes to create this image of a sunset in Arizona. The photo cannot portray how the colors blend into one another creating a prismatic effect. As you look at this painting, you’ll gradually notice stars ---just like they begin to appear in the sky at night.
I took a number of photographs while kayaking on Salt Pond on Cape Cod. I loved this image of the Coast Guard light house in the distance. I was experimenting with visual perspective and reflections in this watercolor. I think I could render it more effectively in oil.
Visiting Colonial Williamsburg is like taking a step back in time to a simpler life. One of my favorite characters is the Ox Man. It was at the end of a hot summer day, and both the oxen and the man were walking slowly and purposefully back to the stables. I liked the long blue shadows and the warm color of the oxen with their swishing tails.
We live on a tidal creek near Jamestown in Southeast Virginia. It changes every hour of every day. One crisp and sunny winter day the water and sky were an incredible blue, and suddenly large snowflakes began to fall. It was a magical moment.
Richard and I took a long hike through the Anza Borrego desert as we drove west from Maryland to California. This was my very first experiment with oil paints. I added a lot of oil—treating it like water color. I left it sketchy and rough—and moved on to other experiments.
When we lived in California we often drove from San Francisco to Monterey, stopping at our favorite spots along the way. One time we drove along the small inland roads and happened upon this spot just as the sun was beginning to set into the ocean. I remember the intense golden colors of sunlight, and the cool blue tones of the shaded side.
This is one of the first water color paintings I did when I resumed creating painting. I find the Southwest incredibly inspiring with its big skies, towering rock formations, and earth tones.
Richard traveled to Bologna, Italy, and brought me a number of photos. I painted this image as a study of perspective. I especially liked the colorful old stone walls, and deep shadows of the portico.
I liked the reflection of this red barn in the still waters of Crystal Lake in northeast Vermont. I would like to revisit this image and try rendering it in oil—perhaps just the abstract reflection.