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Quiet woodland moments, sheltered from an occasional drizzle by the canopy above. Sunlight dancing in and out as the clouds momentarily part, bringing the pallete to life. Surrounded by towering pines and firs, pillars of evergreen no matter the weather, no matter the season. A few trees in leaf, none so tall as their always-green neighbors.…
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I have painted in this spot twice and each day was markedly different than the other. This afternoon was hot and the light, fairly flat; the mountain slope beyond has almost no shape. Even the values of the trees at center are not too dissimilar. What stopped me this day was the strength and pride…
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My mentor, Reid Galey, died suddenly in 2010. I learned to paint plein aire at his side–and occasionally, behind him, throwing things such as cow pies at him in the midst of his demos. This painting was born on my first trip after his death to often-trod painting grounds outside of Cody, WY. A favorite…
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I am fascinated by the way sunlight teases and plays with us. I was standing in a small park in the foothills of the Rockies when I saw this small gravel road winding through it. As I stood there, I noticed that the flat afternoon light had changed and that just around the bend and just…
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My wife and I live near a large city lake in Minneapolis that is surrounded by bike and walking paths filled with people whenever the winter snows are gone. In the spring and summer, when the trees are full to bursting and the lakeside canopy is lush and green, the paths often are overlaid with…
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Sometimes when I paint, I see something that intrigues me and I move directly to do my best to capture it. This time, the subject that I had stopped to paint felt limp and lifeless once my easel was up and my palette was ready. Disappointed, I debated whether or not to proceed when I turned…
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The end of a frustrating afternoon. My wet panel boxes were almost empty––few paintings had sprung from my brush that day––and I was feeling disappointed. What I had tried and how I had tried to paint had simply failed to bring forth much satisfaction. And on top of that, the light was now fading very…
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This was painted on a cool autumn afternoon as storm clouds threatened. The skies were growing darker in the West but the sunlight held on, popping out now and again from between the clouds and spraying dappled light on the woods floor below. I saw this quiet spot between the tree trunks and watched the…
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Glancing up one afternoon in a stand of aspens, I saw the delightful light of that end-of-summer afternoon and the way the crystal blue skies framed the leaves just kissed with a hint of the gold to come. I became entranced with the cerulean spaces between the leaves, the way the sky pushed through the foliage…
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There is a forest outside of Cody, Wyoming with a stand of aspens to which I return time and time again. It is a common source for many of my paintings. I love the angle of the tree trunks and the random yet precise order of the elements there. I had originally planned to trim…
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