Studio Updates
New: “Summer Barn”
There’s a direct correlation between my annually increasing age, and my affection for, or tolerance of, snow and winter. I love New England seasons…all of them. But increasingly, I wish they weren’t equally divided, in duration, by four. So, with hopes that winter gets it out of its system fairly soon, I though a piece
New: “Maple Farm”
Small piece, possibly a study for a larger canvas, and final piece completed in 2024. Happy New Year to everyone…see you in 2025!
New: “Below Summit”
Came across this old barn more than halfway up a large hill in Vermont a few years ago. Found it interesting, as it was in the middle of nowhere, no farmhouse or other sign of community anywhere near it, just sitting there near the summit. “Below Summit” 18 x 24 o/c.
New: “Enclosure”
All over New England, stone walls continue to form boundaries around things. Our house is surrounded on four sides by old stone walls, which once kept sheep from wandering off when our land was part of a neighboring farm. But now, it keeps nothing contained but us. “Enclosure” 48 x 60 o/c.
New: “Grassland”
New, larger piece…another in what seems to be becoming a series on meadows and grass…”Grassland” 48″ x 60″ o/c.
New: “Dry Grass”
I know I should cut down our ornamental grasses in the fall, but we like the look of the tall dry gold stalks, with the wispy seeded tops. They provide an interesting element to the otherwise cold, white and barren New England winter landscape. “Dry Grass” 24 x 36 o/c
New: “In The Shadow”
Both of these barns are now gone, having succumbed to age. They are a favorite scene that I’ve painted quite a few times. They stood side by side in the middle of an empty meadow. One was slightly taller than the other, and the two together stood where they were for a century or more,
New: “Meadow Fence”
One of the local farms grazes their flock of sheep on the meadows within the stone walls that surround their property. I’ve noticed over the years they fence of parts of the meadow to let the grass grow for a season, then move the fence the following year, to another location. The abrupt line where
New: “Autumn Hay”
As a kid, our back yard was a large meadowy hill that was mowed each fall by a local farmer. Before the bales could be packed onto the back of a hay truck, my brothers and I would slide together the heavy square blocks to make a forts. I’m sure the farmer didn’t really enjoy
New: “Upland Morning”
With the recent snow, gray and cold up here in NH, I felt a bit of warm, bright morning weather would be welcomed. “Upland Morning” 24 x 24 o/c.