May 12th & 13th, 2012
Cox Reservation, Essex MA
Oil on Canvas, 15 x 30 in
(sold)
May 12th & 13th, 2012
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
Cox Reservation, Essex, MA
Oil on Canvas, 12 x 16 in
(sold)
April 27th, 2012
April 27th, 2012
Sketch
Wingaersheek Beach, Gloucester MA
Oil on Canvas, 10 x 12 in
(sold)
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
(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
Cox Reservation, Essex MA
(sold)
This is an imperfect photo of an imperfect painting.
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.”
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
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