In moviemaking parlance, “magic hour” is that alluring transition from afternoon to evening — twilight — when the world of our perceptions changes.
I am always impressed by a stand of trees. All part of the same family no doubt. Fascinating.
A Berber man composing his headwrap in the wind. A commission by a fellow traveler to the Sahara in Morocco.
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 warm morning glow of dawn in summer, a signal of a new day with fresh possibilities.
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.
Hundreds of thousands of parakeets swarming at dawn preparing to cross the water into the rainforest for the day’s events.
Painted after a major surgery reaffirming my love for the beach and ocean swimming.
A metaphysical moment in nature where no human can deny the serenity and beauty of nature.
Like a giant and soft watercolor with a spiritual quality that changes with the ambient light.
From a deep place in the unconscious describing an untouched place of serenity in deep woods.
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.
Trees in perfect synch with each other. Are they all related? They must be.
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.
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.
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.
Dusk in Austin, Texas produces those alluring high desert scapes, the dust amplifying the end of daylight.