Storm moving out to sea
In moviemaking parlance, “magic hour” is that alluring transition from afternoon to evening — twilight — when the world of our perceptions changes.
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.
Hundreds of thousands of parakeets swarming at dawn preparing to cross the water into the rainforest for the day’s events.
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.
A Berber man composing his headwrap in the wind. A commission by a fellow traveler to the Sahara in Morocco.
A metaphysical moment in nature where no human can deny the serenity and beauty of nature.
The Hubble telescope locates a great nebulae…with all the same elements that comprise our planet and our bodies.
Like a dream, some things seem familiar and make sense while others are somewhat magical that might not make sense in the awake state.
Like a giant and soft watercolor with a spiritual quality that changes with the ambient light.
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.
From a deep place in the unconscious describing an untouched place of serenity in deep woods.
I think about the 4,000 mile solo hitchhiking trip I took in 1972 to West Coast and back.
The Amazon rainforest is a striking and emotional place teeming with life, mystery, beauty, and danger.