The ultimate charm of the American Midwest landscapes.
I think about the 4,000 mile solo hitchhiking trip I took in 1972 to West Coast and back.
A special moment if you are lucky enough to witness.
Sometimes a painting is made and lives for many years and then the artist chooses to obliterate it and create something completely new and different…although there can be ideas from the previous painting that survive. This is true for this painting.
The beach, where it all begins and ends for me.
One of a series of paintings of the ever-shifting dunes in the Moroccan Sahara.
From a deep place in the unconscious describing an untouched place of serenity in deep woods.
Where you will go after living a good life.
Hundreds of thousands of parakeets swarming at dawn preparing to cross the water into the rainforest for the day’s events.
Full blooded intensity of big nature sky and water.
The birds of the Amazon are ubiquitous.
A metaphysical moment in nature where no human can deny the serenity and beauty of nature.
Everything is changing, the light, the mood.
Irish coast inspiration.
I guess they are friends of the shark, until they aren’t.
Contemplative and calming. Part of the “Sun Series" of paintings.
A landscape I never actually experienced in life came alive on this canvas. A deep sense of peace and serenity. All is right with the world here on Cherry Lane.
I have no idea how this title came to be. But It is a soothing painting.
All bark and no bite…um, maybe not.
End of a long day, time to take stock of all the good things that happened.
Like a giant and soft watercolor with a spiritual quality that changes with the ambient light.
Spring runoff and seven lace-like waterfalls.
Three stalwart trees guarding the point.
Painted after a major surgery reaffirming my love for the beach and ocean swimming.
The Amazon region is a place of life filled with all kinds of colorful critters.
A moment of stunning beauty, as the mighty Delaware River snake it’s way though rural Pennsylvania on it’s way to the Atlantic.
I, along with a group of people, once witnessed a series of UFOs in the night sky over Lake Cayuga in Ithaca, NY. We had many questions, but very few answers.
I am always impressed by a stand of trees. All part of the same family no doubt. Fascinating.
Felt like it painted itself on its’ own.
A Matisse favorite blown up to giant size.
Something powerful about the confluence of two great bodies of waters.
The sun, the focus of all life on our planet.
The flat landscape of the East End of Long Island produces calming images of reverie and quiet.
We are all on our way somewhere. All things are on their way somewhere.
From the cool green depths to the sky...
A golf course on the moon???
Dusk in Austin, Texas produces those alluring high desert scapes, the dust amplifying the end of daylight.
Visiting the Amazon region in Peru makes you think all kinds of new thoughts.
I know there is one in there somewhere.
A Berber man composing his headwrap in the wind. A commission by a fellow traveler to the Sahara in Morocco.
Trees in perfect synch with each other. Are they all related? They must be.
In moviemaking parlance, “magic hour” is that alluring transition from afternoon to evening — twilight — when the world of our perceptions changes.
Wish I could…
Storm moving out to sea.
The warm morning glow of dawn in summer, a signal of a new day with fresh possibilities.
American farmlands have been the bedrock of so many families with the same American dream.
Off in the distance living their best tree life, undisturbed except for conditions which they are designed to endure. Such a great sense of peace.
On the horizon is the flat and wide bay.
The power of big nature based on elements of the South Pacific.
The sky above and the sea below filled with life.
