I did a commission of this place six or seven years ago for a couple who owned a beautiful, secluded farm outside Woodstock, Vermont. This old barn sat beside the main house, and had been reluctantly slated for demolition, as it was beyond repair and becoming a safety hazard. They asked for a piece that would allow them to possess a physical memory of the structure, which would be razed within the year, and is now gone. “Last Year” 40 x 30 o/c.
I almost never name paintings after actual places. But when I came across this scene in Underhill, Vermont, the village name seemed to perfectly suit the piece. “Underhill” 36 x 48 o/c.
It might only be March, but it feels almost like this outside today…”High Water Line” o/c
Having grown up spending summers on Cape Cod, on Scraggy Neck–a small , almost-island overlooking Buzzard’s Bays–days were lazy and spent racing barefoot down the hot sand dune path to the beach where we’d run/hop straight to the water to cool our feet. “Beach Walk” 30 x 40 o/c
Every fall, fencing is installed on the beaches along the north and south coast of Cape Cod in an effort to control drifting sand whipped around by strong ocean and bay winds. This small section was recently added to a small section of beach that faces Nantucket Sound. I know from walking this beach many times, and seeing where the sand ends up in the Spring, the intent of this little strip of weathered pine slats is admirable, but ultimately futile. “Beach Fence” 30 x 40 o/c.
At the tip of the sand spit that forms the West Dennis Beach, on Cape Cod, the Bass River cuts in from Nantucket Sound, and snakes north until it ends as a couple of small salt ponds in center of the Cape. The farthest piece of sandy land on the spit ends at river, and is a beautiful mix of sea grass, scrub pine and oak, and sand. It’s a barren and isolated place, but I’ve loved painting it over the years. “End of the Spit” 12 x 12 o/c
Not too many weeks remain til we’re back to the ocean. “Cape Skies” 24 x 30 o/c.
There’s something irresistible about small, rustic shelters in the middle of nowhere… “Nestled” 12 x 12 o/c.
I recently asked a friend a question where, admittedly, the answer was obvious. He replied, “Is the sky blue?” Me: “Not always”. “Skylight” 30 x 40 o/c.
With the overnight snowstorm, everything outside is white and gray. Good day to put the finishing touches on a scene based on a warmer, more colorful, day. “Day Lily” 30 x 40 o/c.
