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