As I was completing this piece, considering a title, the composition reminded me of childhood memory when a section of barge washed ashore in Buzzard’s Bay, coming to rest on the beach behind our house. It had been swept up above high tide line, and stayed there for years, until another storm eventually took it back. “Grounded” 48 x 36 o/c
Whenever I’m out in the country, looking for inspiration, I tend to get intentionally lost, as doing so usually leads me to places I’d never find otherwise. I always find my way back, and always find what I’m looking for. “Side Road” 36 x 48 o/c
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.
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.
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.
All over rural New England (and everywhere rural, really), the late summer, late day sun illuminates corn stalks that have slowly turned from bluish lime green to gold. “Cornfield” 12 x 12 o/c.
