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