A Matisse favorite blown up to giant size.
Trees in perfect synch with each other. Are they all related? They must be.
The sun, the focus of all life on our planet.
Hundreds of thousands of parakeets swarming at dawn preparing to cross the water into the rainforest for the day’s events.
Storm moving out to sea.
The Amazon rainforest is a striking and emotional place teeming with life, mystery, beauty, and danger.
The ultimate charm of the American Midwest landscapes.
End of a long day, time to take stock of all the good things that happened.
The Amazon region is a place of life filled with all kinds of colorful critters.
Full blooded intensity of big nature sky and water.
Early morning mist over the ocean.
The Hubble telescope locates a great nebulae…with all the same elements that comprise our planet and our bodies.
A golf course on the moon???
The flat landscape of the East End of Long Island produces calming images of reverie and quiet.
A special moment if you are lucky enough to witness.
Contemplative and calming. Part of the “Sun Series" of paintings.
I know there is one in there somewhere.
Where you will go after living a good life.
Three stalwart trees guarding the point.
All bark and no bite…um, maybe not.
I think about the 4,000 mile solo hitchhiking trip I took in 1972 to West Coast and back.
The power of big nature based on elements of the South Pacific.
Urban industry and city living.
I am always impressed by a stand of trees. All part of the same family no doubt. Fascinating.
Feels familiar, were we there?
The birds of the Amazon are ubiquitous.
Everything is changing, the light, the mood.
Painted after a major surgery reaffirming my love for the beach and ocean swimming.
The sky above and the sea below filled with life.
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.
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 started this painting with no preconceived notion of what it would be, but like the mystery based in nature that it became. The title was inspired by Zen Master Alan Watt's book.
A Berber man composing his headwrap in the wind. A commission by a fellow traveler to the Sahara in Morocco.
I guess they are friends of the shark, until they aren’t.
Floating things makes sense but not in waking state.
A metaphysical moment in nature where no human can deny the serenity and beauty of nature.
Visiting the Amazon region in Peru makes you think all kinds of new thoughts.
Felt like it painted itself on its’ own.
Something powerful about the confluence of two great bodies of waters.
The beach, where it all begins and ends for me.
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.
A fanciful intergalactic event.
I have no idea how this title came to be. But It is a soothing painting.
Like a dream, some things seem familiar and make sense while others are somewhat magical that might not make sense in the awake state.
American farmlands have been the bedrock of so many families with the same American dream.
Like a giant and soft watercolor with a spiritual quality that changes with the ambient light.
On the horizon is the flat and wide bay.
Dusk in Austin, Texas produces those alluring high desert scapes, the dust amplifying the end of daylight.
Irish coast inspiration.
Spring runoff and seven lace-like waterfalls.
One of a series of paintings of the ever-shifting dunes in the Moroccan Sahara.
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.
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.
From a deep place in the unconscious describing an untouched place of serenity in deep woods.
We are all on our way somewhere. All things are on their way somewhere.
In moviemaking parlance, “magic hour” is that alluring transition from afternoon to evening — twilight — when the world of our perceptions changes.
The warm morning glow of dawn in summer, a signal of a new day with fresh possibilities.
