The Ancient Light

A simple landscape of Luce Road in Williamstown, MA.  I think of the ancient light emanating from a no longer existing star. 6x8 inches, gouache and watercolor on mixed media paper.

In July Already

My mind has moved to early July with this view of Greylock from Sheep Hill in Williamstown, MA.  Even a small painting can hold a lot of painterly gestures.  6x8 inches, gouache and watercolor on mixed media paper.

Until Next Winter

Earlier I did a gouache study of this view of Mount Greylock and the Hopper in high summer from Sheep Hill in Williamstown, MA.  This is a larger oil version.  I'm done with winter until next winter.  18x24 inches, oil on linen canvas.

Not Much Melting Going On

This one I painted quickly with a simple palette.  As much as I'd like to see the snow melt, there wasn't much melting going on around here today.  This view on Sloan Road shows the old farmhouse, barn, and Mount Greylock. 6x8 inches, gouache and watercolor on mixed media paper.

The Coming of Spring

Here's a painting in anticipation of the coming of springtime.  It shows The Hopper and Mount Greylock from Sloan Road in Williamstown, MA. 6x8 inches, gouache and watercolor on mixed media paper.

Winter Ocean

A view of the ocean from the rocky shore of Ogunquit, ME in winter.  6x8 inches, gouache and watercolor on mixed media paper.  

D & R Canal

For the past couple weeks, I've been working on a commissioned painting.  It depicts the Delaware & Raritan feeder canal, one of my old painting subjects when I lived in Titusville, New Jersey.  30 x 24 inches, oil on linen canvas.  

A Wintry View

A wintry view from Stone Hill behind the Clark Art Institute.  6x8 inches, gouache and watercolor on mixed media paper. 

Susceptible

This stretch of Stratton Road in Williamstown, MA is unpaved and always susceptible to mud conditions. 6x8 inches, gouache on mixed media paper.

In Between

This is Stratton Road in Williamstown, MA after the snow has disappeared and before the snow will reappear tomorrow.  The poet Seamus Heaney wrote, " Here is the great paradox of poetry and of the imaginative arts in general. Faced with the brutality of the historical onslaught, they are practically useless. Yet they verify our singularity, they strike and stake out the ore of self which lies at the base of every individuated life.  In one sense the efficacy of poetry is nil--no lyric has ever stopped a tank.  In another sense, it is unlimited.  It is like the writing in the sand in the face of which accusers and accused are left speechless and renewed."   Doesn't sound like much, but I'll keep painting despite the brutality.  6x8 inches, gouache and watercolor on multimedia paper.  

Broken Spell

All the snow melted away the other day, and then it came back, but the spell was broken.  I painted what I want to see.  This is a high summer view of Mount Greylock and the Hopper from Sheep Hill in Williamstown, MA.  6x8 inches, gouache and watercolor on multimedia paper.

Another Stone Bench

There's a small stone bench at the top of Sheep Hill in Williamstown, MA, not as well-known as the large stone bench on Stone Hill behind The Clark Art Institute.  18x24 inches, oil on linen canvas.

A "V" And A Treasure

Not too exciting but I was attracted by the "V" at the bottom.  Another Hopkins Forest gouache. Hopkins Forest, a treasure, is located in Williamstown, MA.  The snow melts more slowly in the woods.  6x8 inches, gouache and watercolor on multimedia paper.

Deep And Dark

At the most remote point of the figure-eight trail at Hopkins Forest in Williamstown, MA, there's a dark ravine with a deep, rushing stream covered over with pines.  6x8 inches, gouache and watercolor on multimedia paper.

When The Snow Melts

At some point I will stop making these snow landscapes in gouache, but that may be when the snow melts.  Here's another view from the upper part of the Hopkins Forest trail in Williamstown, MA.  6x8 inches, gouache and watercolor on multimedia paper.