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I spent one winter month in Lima, Péru, the home of my wife’s family, and came equipped to paint. What I did not know was that Lima is cloudy and damp all winter and the light is flat and lifeless. Everything appears limp and grey without sunlight to embolden the colors and call out the…
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The rolling hills of southern California explode in a firestorm of orange and marigold when the poppies are in flower. Stretching for miles and miles in persimmon splendor, they are unmatched in their sheer natural exuberance. I saw these while visiting a friend in Laguna Beach, one of the beautiful towns lazing along the California Coast.…
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Usually, grey skies equal lifeless paintings. WIthout the directional light from the sun, there are no strong shadows, little definition and little depth. This afternoon, however, I loved discovering all of the gentle nuances carried in the layers of greens. from the edge of the stream to the forested mountains beyond. This time, the lack…
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Oil on linen panel 9″ x 12″
Across the plains and slopes of the Wyoming foothills splash thousands of acres of golden chimesa, a hardy plant that sips water and clings to the sun-burnt soil. Its flowers range from bleached buttercup yellow to golden marigold and its branches are a dusty olive with a gentle lavender cast. It’s not very tall, it’s not…
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One of my dearest friends likes the art of Mark Rothko above all others. The longer we have been friends, the more time we have spent together examining and experiencing Rothko’s work. I have come to appreciate and enjoy the subtle tone poems that I find his contemplative horizontal bands of color to be. Standing in…
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One of my dearest friends likes the art of Mark Rothko above all others. The longer we have been friends, the more time we have spent together examining and experiencing Rothko’s work. I have come to appreciate and enjoy the subtle tone poems that I find his contemplative horizontal bands of color to be. Standing in…
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Another painting done in a favorite stand of aspens outside of Cody, Wyoming. This sunny autumn afternoon, the sky was pale blue, shepherding sleepy puffs of cumulus clouds, fighting for my attention even as I tried to focus on the trunks of the trees. So a study in tree geometry opened up to become graced with…
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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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Stay tuned for information on upcoming exhibitions of my work.
