July 26th, 2017
Lake of the Woods, Ontario
Pencil sketch
I’m not sure who he is but he asked to be drawn and when I saw him, I felt I have or will know him forever.
July 26th, 2017
June 8th, 2014
June 8th, 2014
Kenora, Ontario
Oil on Canvasboard, 12 x 9 in
While in my previous post I may have been whining somewhat about all the variables that arise that can occasionally make painting outdoors pretty damn infuriating, I neglected to mention that in reality, I like the chaos. Maybe not as much as I had yesterday and today, but in general, working alongside all these things that are completely out of my control – the wind, the clouds, the light, the blanketing swarms of mosquitos… you have to hit the ground running and never look back. Sometimes you get someplace magical, sometimes you slip, but you are never, never bored. And you are learning ALL-THE-TIME
January 22nd, 2014
January 22nd, 2014
This was just a sketch I did this week. I had Robert Frost’s “Come In” running through my head, and also a parable a friend’s mother once told me. I may type out the parable later, but the poem is this:
As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music — hark-
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.
The last of the light of the sun
That faded in the west
Still lived for one song more
In a thrush’s breast.
Far along the pillared dark
Thrush music went —
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.
But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked;
And I hadn’t been.
April 27th, 2012
April 27th, 2012
Sketch
Wingaersheek Beach, Gloucester MA
Oil on Canvas, 10 x 12 in
(sold)