I WORK EN PLEIN AIR, OUT IN THE COUNTRYSIDE… Welcome. I am back to painting again after a sabbatical that included a few pieces done for charitable fund raisers. I am continuing to make small, 6" x 8", landscape oils, but not every day. I am also working on larger pieces. Every time I finish a painting, I will place it here on my website. If you see something you'd like to purchase, email me. Thank you for enjoying my work and keeping me creating new pieces. Your interest stimulates and inspires me and has made me a better painter. Sign up for my emails and I will send you an image of each new painting. I love to paint and am happy to share my painting experience with you. Most of my work is impressionistic landscape oils, inspired by the beauty of the Island of Martha's Vineyard where I live.
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“Blue Tashmoo”
“Blue Tashmoo”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.
I can’t say that I have been enjoying all the snow we’ve had recently. However, I did like this snow in the early morning hours. Nature seemed to be trying out every shade of blue to see which fit in correctly…
“Iced Out”
“Iced Out”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.
I really wanted to paint a snow scene, but the sun was leaving fast. Driving out to a nearby favorite sunset place, I found many of the oystermens’ boats frozen into the pond’s ice field. I became involved and jumped out of the car onto the snowy shore and photographed the play between the light and shadows of this boat. I was resigned to using just my camera, as it was cold at 21º with a slight breeze and minutes before the sun would set. But, the pent up urge of not painting for too many days overtook me. Grabbing my gear I raced to the edge of the snow/water/ice and dashed this piece off until the sun had set. Concentration took over my common sense and, even with gloves on, my fingers got so numb that I could not open the clip on my board to put away my paper towels. With the warm car right there, I didn’t bother, and put stuff away hellter skelter, grateful to still be able to open the door handle and jump inside…
“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…
“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”, 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!)
“Meadow Munching”
“Meadow Munching”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.
The view is always there, but, the sheep are another story…
“Quitsa Sunset, Sailboat”
“Quitsa Sunset, Sailboat”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $750.00 USD
I parked by the boat launch, hoping for inspiration. A boat sailed by in the far distance. A white sail, so far down the white-to-black value scale it appeared mid-gray against the silhouette of a purple-blue hill behind. It was gone before thought could motivate me out the door. I did get out. The sky began to gently shed it’s spectrum. The yellow leaning toward orange got me going. I caught it there, at that spot, on my canvas. But that was nothing. It went on and on into orange, fire, red, hot coals, deeper, darker, exotic red-blue, purple, stellar blue, as star and moonlight opened up the night…
“Sepiessa Point”
“Sepiessa Point”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.
A short walk on a sun filled day and I found myself contemplating the edge of West Tisbury Great Pond. Around the next bend came a Great Blue Heron hovering 3 feet above the edge. My lens cap was on my camera and I missed a very close up shot. Well, the back drop wasn’t half bad and that is what this painting is all about. (And don’t mention lens caps to me!)…
“Autumn Sail To Quitsa”
“Autumn Sail to Quitsa”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.
I was working on this early evening painting when a red sailboat passed by. What a treat to catch!…
“Tashmoo View”
“Tashmoo View”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.
A mellow day faded to a pleasant sunset. As clouds moved in, sunlight danced along edges of blue and gray, saluting the day, heralding the night…