Everything is changing, the light, the mood.
I have no idea how this title came to be. But It is a soothing painting.
Painted after a major surgery reaffirming my love for the beach and ocean swimming.
Something powerful about the confluence of two great bodies of waters.
A moment of stunning beauty, as the mighty Delaware River snake it’s way though rural Pennsylvania on it’s way to the Atlantic.
A metaphysical moment in nature where no human can deny the serenity and beauty of nature.
Trees in perfect synch with each other. Are they all related? They must be.
Like a giant and soft watercolor with a spiritual quality that changes with the ambient light.
The sky above and the sea below filled with life.
Felt like it painted itself on its’ own.
I guess they are friends of the shark, until they aren’t.
The ultimate charm of the American Midwest landscapes.
End of a long day, time to take stock of all the good things that happened.
American farmlands have been the bedrock of so many families with the same American dream.
A special moment if you are lucky enough to witness.
I know there is one in there somewhere.
Spring runoff and seven lace-like waterfalls.
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.
Where you will go after living a good life.
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.
Contemplative and calming. Part of the “Sun Series" of paintings.
Wish I could…
One of a series of paintings of the ever-shifting dunes in the Moroccan Sahara.
The power of big nature based on elements of the South Pacific.
A Matisse favorite blown up to giant size.
The birds of the Amazon are ubiquitous.
I am always impressed by a stand of trees. All part of the same family no doubt. Fascinating.
A Berber man composing his headwrap in the wind. A commission by a fellow traveler to the Sahara in Morocco.
The beach, where it all begins and ends for me.
Storm moving out to sea.
A golf course on the moon???
The sun, the focus of all life on our planet.
All bark and no bite…um, maybe not.
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.
The flat landscape of the East End of Long Island produces calming images of reverie and quiet.
Irish coast inspiration.
In moviemaking parlance, “magic hour” is that alluring transition from afternoon to evening — twilight — when the world of our perceptions changes.
We are all on our way somewhere. All things are on their way somewhere.
Dusk in Austin, Texas produces those alluring high desert scapes, the dust amplifying the end of daylight.
On the horizon is the flat and wide bay.
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 Amazon region is a place of life filled with all kinds of colorful critters.
Visiting the Amazon region in Peru makes you think all kinds of new thoughts.
The warm morning glow of dawn in summer, a signal of a new day with fresh possibilities.
Three stalwart trees guarding the point.
From the cool green depths to the sky...
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.
I think about the 4,000 mile solo hitchhiking trip I took in 1972 to West Coast and back.
From a deep place in the unconscious describing an untouched place of serenity in deep woods.
