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