Usually Underwater

To paint this view, I stood on a strip of sand that is usually underwater.  When I arrived, I was the first one there.  When I left the lot was full of cars.  Interesting that people are parking with social distancing in mind, leaving large gaps between cars.  9x12 inches, oil on linen.

Rock Drawings

Four drawings from my recent visits to the Green River at Mount Hope Park in Williamstown, MA. 

This Time, Next Time

This morning I went back to the Green River expecting a downpour so I worked fast.  Then the sun came out but I was finished.  Alas, I forgot to take an in situ photo.  Next time.  12x9 inches, oil on linen.

On The Rocks

Yesterday's painting: to position myself for this painting, I stood on some rocks at the edge of the stream.  The water is lower than I remember for this time of year.  9x12 inches, oil on linen.

White Noise At The Green River

Another visit to the Green River at Mount Hope Park in Williamstown, MA.  It's soothing to paint with the white noise of the flowing water all around.  9x12 inches, oil on linen.

In Situ

This time I remembered to take a photo while I was there at Mount Hope Park in Williamstown, MA.

Mount Hope Park

To avoid the heat and the cows, I changed venue this morning, to Mount Hope Park, where there's a river and shady trees.  One just has to plan ahead and paint faster since the shade moves.  I think I'm going to paint here for a while.  I like the name of the place too.  9x12 inches, oil on linen.

Sitting On The Piano

A bouquet of flowers sitting on the piano in the studio room.  12x9 inches, oil on panel.

Early Morning View

An early morning view from the pasture towards Mount Greylock, done yesterday.  9x12 inches, oil on linen panel.

Looking Left

While standing on the culvert in the pasture and looking in a different direction, I painted this view of the sunken stream.  9x12 inches, oil on linen.

Invisible Brush, Vanishing Bush

Yesterday I went back to the pasture yet again.  It was bright, sunny, hot and green.  I was set up on the culvert bridge.  At least I could hear the stream babbling.  The longer I contemplated these bushes, the more they seemed to become invisible.  The day before when I started the painting, I lost a paintbrush in the weeds.  In my search, I was looking at it but I couldn't see it.  Yesterday, I found the brush. 9x12 inches, oil on linen panel.

At A Sunny Window

The flowers at a sunny window.  9x12 inches, oil on panel.

Culvert And Greylock

A second painting from yesterday at the pasture with the stream.  One can see the culvert and Mount Greylock.  Sounds like a lawyer's firm: Culvert and Greylock.  Not as funny as Dewey, Cheatham, and Howe.   9x12 inches, oil on linen.

What Are You Doing?

The stream in the pasture with Mount Greylock:  I'm building my sense of place.  I did this painting over two days.  Yesterday I was on one side of the fence.  Today the cows were moved, so I set up on the other side in their old pen to avoid them even though I was a few feet farther away from the motif.  I was glad I did because they all came over to see what I was doing.  12x9 inches, oil on linen.

Too Much Or Not Enough

Sometimes flower paintings can be too much or not enough.  12x9 inches. Oil on panel.