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"AquinnahSnow"

“AquinnahSnow”

“Aquinnah Snow”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

The Jan. 2nd snow storm was not one to be out painting in. After many miles, stopping at favorite spots along the way to marvel and photograph the altering landscape, we came to the cliffs. Always scouting for new and unusual views, since last summer I had been saving this for a fog or snow event. The perfect time was now: wind, snow, evening, lighthouse beam, 4 wheel drive. Only the hunter’s eyes of Buddy Vanderhoop caught us in my painting spot as he rounded the circle doing a last weather check of his families’ restaurant…

"Tashmoo West"

“Tashmoo West”

“Tashmoo West”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

Winds were heavy from the SW, but the NW corner of the pond was protected by tall trees and rolling glacial terrain. A bank of cottony air clung to the mainland. Slowly we watched it change. First white then yellow to orange and finally purple as the night gathered strength, subduing the colors of the day…

“Beach Set”

"Beach Set"

“Beach Set”

“Beach Set”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

The beach was cold, but serene as clouds floated in and sun went down…

“Late Fall”

"Late Fall"

“Late Fall”

“Late Fall”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

As the sun was fast setting the sky turned gold, the marsh smoldered orange. A leafless distant shore muted charcoal gray in the shadow of sky glow. The moment to paint was now, before the waters blue of reflected cosmos boiled over into celestial darkness…

"Scallop Season"

“Scallop Season”

“Scallop Season”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

Rain swept in today on a slow horse. I couldn’t get a gallup on in time to cheat it. I scouted various potentials, but they wouldn’t work for sitting in the van to paint. I was about to give it up, until this boat caught my eye as I spun around to leave the parking area. Dark, damp and dreary, the wet brought out the darks and saturated what color still bedecked the landscape. In a minor key, without shadows nor highlights of sun, the color spoke to me…
(In case you’ve been thinking I’ve been slacking off, I have been locked in my studio for more than a week finishing an 18 painting commission of a local golf club, started plein air in April. I have slipped out near sunset to grab a golf cart and revisit a few locations with canvases to refresh some specific points of interest. It has been a grand experience. First the course owned me, but soon enough I realized I was the master and made the paintings in my own landscape language. I’d like to share with you, but probably can’t until they are published in the members book sometime in the next few months. Sorry. I will be done with them in 5 more days and my painting will get back to a regular pace. Thanks for having patience!)

"Chilmark Moon"

“Chilmark Moon”

“Chilmark Moon”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $750.00 USD

Sometimes the weather does not cooperate, and sometimes I do not cooperate. This time it was me. I did this painting of the October full moon and wanted to go back and work on the landscape part a bit more. But, the weather closed in and I never got there. So I did go back recently and fixed things up to my liking. Then, I got excited about another piece I was working on and totally forgot about this one until tonight…

"Menemsha Out Post"

“Menemsha Out Post”

“Menemsha Outpost”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

At marsh level, this is the expanse towards the beach, parking lot and gas station. On the walk down I turned a bamboo shrouded corner and came face to face with two very young and inexperienced deer. At first they didn’t want to give me the right of way! After a minute of no one moving, they guessed that they might move 3 feet into the under brush and watched me pass. I have to admit that I was a bit more careful walking the rest of the path in case a bow hunter was lurking nearby. The openness at marsh edge as I came out of the closeness of the woods was dramatic. Wandering the verge, scouting a bit, I came upon this view…

"Now We Are Talking"

“Now We Are Talking”

“Now We Are Talking”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

I am so glad to slowly get back to painting. For the past week my routine and studio have been totally disrupted. I have hosted a work crew to put down new floors in my living and working space as well as try to finish a herringbone pattern on the new deck floor. I started this piece over a week ago, but then the crew moved in. Between 7am strategy sessions over coffee on the merits of 6″ mahogany decking over 3″, before picking it up at the lumber yard, to finding a bad section of pre-made and laid flooring at 9pm before dinner, life has been full. Now my painting space and time are almost back to normal. Even though it is colder and darker out, I will be relishing every moment outside at my easel. After my last painting where, you may recall, I hung out my laundry for all to see, I received an invitation to come and create at this location. The conversation quickly left the topic of laundry in the dust as we went on to discussed location and view. I was unprepared for this one as I rounded the corner of house and hill and the totality of this grand vista gripped my imagination. I had only come to scout, but was compelled to whip this view onto my canvas…

“Fresh Air”

"Fresh Air"

“Fresh Air”

“Fresh Air”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

The wind has for a few days been strong and from the south. I have found myself working in the lee on the north side of the island. This camp has been a destination quite a few times this spring and summer. I hoped to find someone home to give me permission to create some paintings here. I found it closed for the season on my previous visit. I threw some laundry in the car and drove by for one last try. No one home, so I hung my laundry up and let it dry as I painted the whole scene…

"Cedar Tree to Makoniky"

“Cedar Tree to Makoniky”

“Cedar Tree to Makoniky”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $750.00 USD

I went to the bank to get some cash. All the bankers were dressed up as Red Sox players and were giving away candies. I got back in the car with the money and started to drive about in a day dream. Baseball. Halloween. Candy. Cash. I came out of it and found I had driven to the old farm at Cedar Tree Neck. No other vehicles around, but the barn side door was latched wide open with a decent breeze going directly in the opening. I called and knocked and went to the house and did the same. No one. I left my calling card on my dashboard in case someone should drive up and check to see who was here. I grabbed my stuff and headed up the hill above the beach. It was close to raining, yet held off and I dashed the paint about. I kept thinking I was hearing voices, very distant and indistinct, but, again, no one. I finished. Walked back past house and… a light was on in the house! I went to the kitchen door this time and knocked and hollered. No one came. Maybe, it was automatically timed. The barn door was still wide opened. It was getting dark. I called knocked and hollered in there just for good measure. Perhaps, I thought, as I put my gear back in my van, my friend Joan had made a grocery run and I just missed her. I went back to the open barn and left my calling card inside on the stairs with a pebble upon it. Just in case there was a fearful child hiding in the house until mom or grand mom came back with the groceries to save them. At least there was proof that I had been there, but, was anyone else???.…

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