Padstow is an old harbor town on the north coast of Cornwall. 9x12 oil on panel.
Monday, November 12, 2018
Sunday, November 11, 2018
A souvenir of the ancient fishing village of Polperro in Cornwall. These boats are in the inner harbor, protected by a large wall with a gate. The buildings were whitewashed in the 20th century since all the 19th century photos in the local museum show them without the white. 9x12 oil on panel.
Tuesday, November 6, 2018
Monday, November 5, 2018
This is the seventh 12x12 oil on panel painting in the Flatbush series. I think I'll do one more and move on to other things, or other sizes. I used to be a serious cyclist years ago. I would not want to ride a bicycle anywhere near Flatbush Avenue today. It's tough enough being a pedestrian.
Sunday, November 4, 2018
I've been reading a lot about the painter Delacroix lately. The exhibition at the Met has spurred me on, though I've always had an interest in Delacroix since reading his journal years ago. I like Delacroix because he used color and composition in a formal, abstract way even though his paintings are all about stories, whether myths, battles, Shakespeare, etc. His formal methods are seemingly hidden, and simultaneously right there for all to see.
The painting is 12x12 oil on panel.
Saturday, November 3, 2018
Wednesday, October 31, 2018
Tuesday, October 30, 2018
Monday, October 29, 2018
Walking on Flatbush Avenue in the direction of downtown Brooklyn reveals a whole new skyline if you haven't been here recently. The buildings are as thickly packed as the people on the sidewalk. I visited downtown last week. The new construction is everywhere, inhuman in scale. There are still some venerable, smaller buildings left, but for how long? 12x12 oil on panel.
Saturday, October 27, 2018
The name "Flatbush" comes from the Dutch meaning a 'wooded plain', according to Wikipedia. So it's nice to see a tree on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn. Actually, there are a number of trees along Flatbush Avenue, even though now it's essentially a hard-surfaced, heavily built-up, travelled and populated place. I was trying to achieve a dense, textured surface in this painting. It may become part of a series. 12x12 oil on panel.
Monday, October 22, 2018
This is the last of the three paintings I did last Friday when the late afternoon sun was shining at the top of Sheep Hill in Williamstown, MA. I worked quickly and maybe I exaggerated it a bit since I got carried away by how amazing it was. 8x10 oil on panel.
By the way, while trying to figure out why nobody seemed to be reacting in any way to my posts on my personal FB page, I found that for the last two months my posts were only visible to me and one other person. How that change occurred is a mystery to me. I do have double authentication in place. Maybe I did it.
The late afternoon sun is responsible for my interest in this view of the path and bushes at the top of Sheep Hill. One can't see it, but the path abruptly turns left and downhill instead of heading directly for the row of trees, even though that's how it appears. 9x12 oil on panel.
Sunday, October 21, 2018
Spending one's afternoon painting at the top of a high hill in the warm fall sunshine is pleasant. Again I was looking last Friday at Mount Greylock and the Hopper from Sheep Hill in Williamstown, MA, a view whose offerings I can never exhaust. Grateful I am. 9x12 oil on panel.
Friday, October 19, 2018
Thursday, October 11, 2018
As I pondered the sky and mountains yesterday from Sheep Hill in Williamstown, MA, with a new panel on my easel, I happened to look at the trees behind me. The late afternoon sun was trying to penetrate the density of trunks and limbs. I just started to paint, trying to make sense of what I was looking at, even though it was hard to see it. 8x10 oil on panel.