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