Plein Air Painting

Supermoon High Tide

Supermoon High Tide

Supermoon High Tide
May 5th & 6th, 2012
Essex River
Cox Reservation, Essex, MA
18 x 24 in

April 28th, 2012

April 28th, 2012

April 28th, 2012
Cox Reservation, Essex, MA
Oil on Canvas, 12 x 16 in
(sold)

April 27th, 2012

April 27th, 2012

April 27th, 2012
Sketch
Wingaersheek Beach, Gloucester MA
Oil on Canvas, 10 x 12 in
(sold)

April 21st, 2012

April 21st, 2012

The colours in this photo are off. Must retake.

April 21st, 2012
Cox Reservation, Essex MA
Oil on Canvas, 16 x 20 in
(sold)

April 17th, 2012

April 17th, 2012

April 17th, 2012
(sold)

This is a birch tree, and the funny light that comes in a clearing between two storms. Although I don’t like painting from photos, I was homesick for the lake (Lake of the Woods, Ontario, Canada) so I painted it.

April 14th, 2012

April 14th, 2012

April 14th, 2012
Cox Reservation, Essex MA
(sold)

This is an imperfect photo of an imperfect painting.

Marsh Grass and Palm Sunday

Marsh Grass and Palm Sunday

Marsh Grass and Palm Sunday
March 31st, 2012
Cox Reservation, Essex, MA
Oil on Canvas, 10 x 12 in
(sold)

Once again, this photo does not do much for the painting. This is actually one of my favorites from this year – there are all sorts of notes and tones in the sky that this picture missed completely. I’ll have to try it again with a better camera.

March 24th, 2012

"It's not dark yet, but it's gettin' there."

“It’s not dark yet, but it’s gettin’ there.”
March 24th, 2012
Cox Reservation, Essex, MA
Oil on Canvas, 16 x 20 in

The weather was perfectly attuned to my mood; it made me feel like King Lear (and / or Ophelia).

March 17th, 2012

Birdhouse Inferno

Birdhouse Inferno
March 17th, 2012
Cox Reservation, Essex, MA
Oil on Canvas, 16 x 20 in

This was a bad day – I had run out of white, so had to use this ancient dry spackle-like “underpainting white” that I had for some reason, which stank to high heaven and dried way too quickly. I started with the sky and worked downwards, and you can see the deterioration of my calm as things steadily got worse (easel broke, etc etc etc.) And I have wanted to paint these birdhouses for months, because the colours in the grasses and stones around them are breathtaking – but when my ire is up, I forget that the colours actually only constitute a small fraction of space in an ocean of grey. I wanted to show them as I saw / felt them, so I did… this may go on the “disasters” page soon

Cedar on a Hot Winter Day

Cedar on a Hot Winter Day

Cedar on a Hot Winter Day
March 12th 2012
Cox Reservation, Essex, MA
Oil on Canvas, 16 x 20 in
(sold)

I was so distracted and worried about various things when I began this painting I was prepared to chalk it up to “Good Effort, Poor Result” pile even before starting, but I think it turned out much better than I expected. Painting is the only activity that provides me relief from the various snares in my mind and brain, and I think when I get a foothold into that oasis, I stay in there as long as I can and rejoice – sometimes, as I think in this one, the celebratory mood comes out in the painting. The colours in this photo are off-key, however. Sky is much richer in life.