This dilapidated barn was letting in the elements and falling apart. The sunlight streaming in was strong. Occasionally, a sudden gust of wind would pick up a piece of the metal roof and slam it down hard with a loud clang. It reminded me as I painted, how impermanent it…
The end of September was warm and dry in the Dordogne, France. We set up our easels where we could in the dusty, strong light. The abandoned farm buildings and sparse shade caught my imagination. “Milk House and Walnut Tree”, oil on linen, American Impressionist Society Inaugural AIS Impressions Small…
There was a lot of wind and movement in the day, spring in the air. I found a view of the barns, the sun glinting off of their roofs. Wet earth and slow shadows sat in the yard. “Barns”, oil on linen, 14″ x 18″, Best of Show, BSSS Queen City…
I’m looking forward to spring after days in the studio and painting outside in the cold. I painted this in the studio from the inspiration of a small outdoor sketch I did last summer. They are walking in the water in the warmth of the sun. “Two Surfers”, oil on linen,…
It was difficult to to see when I looked out from the light of my easel while standing in the loneliness of the empty night desert. When I readjusted my eyes I could see them – like sentient beings spreading their arms to cast shadows. I clung to my original…
As we motored around to find a fishing spot the winter chill and waning light enveloped everything. We anchored in a quiet cove and I set my paint box on my lap. I focused on the cool/warm relationships of the scene as the red signal light appeared brighter and brighter…
