One of our neighbors down the road recently cleared several acres of dense forest, to reveal the original meadow and stone walls of the old farmland he owns, which over the decades, slowly disappeared as the trees grew to maturity. The new open space has changed the landscape, I feel for the better, as the absence of trees have revealed walls, and meadows (although still filled with stumps), of the farm as it once was. “Woodland” 24 x 24 o/c.
In the local meadows and fields around our town, there’s a period of a five or six days when the buds of maple and oak trees catch the late day sun and give them an almost autumn feel. “Spring Budding” 30 x 40 o/c
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
New smaller piece, done as a study for larger canvas. “Atlantic Overlook”
It’s almost that time of year where you open the windows and doors to let the Spring air in. “Open Air” 48″ x 48″ 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.
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
