Winter may be trying hard to stick around, but Spring will eventually win out. Walking the neighborhood today, I had to deal with some melty slush on the street but thankfully, no ice. Not soon enough, it will be time to head to the beach. Here's one from last summer. To my peeps who are familiar with this beach — yes, I know this house isn't exactly like this, nor is it in exactly this location. It's an interpretation. The painting is also brighter than this looks.
When you buy an old farm, sometimes there are surprises in the form of foundations from long-demolished barns or other structures. It's too much trouble to chop up the concrete and dispose of it, so here it sits. This foundation has been used by us over the years as a pool surround and as a vegetable garden. Lately, its sole purpose has been to support a healthy jungle of ivy and other wild greenery. On a recent snowy day, I decided to capture the scene on canvas.
I'm working on a series of oil paintings from last Spring's trip to Tuscany — Florence and Siena, to be specific. This painting, possibly probably finished, shows an architectural phenomenon that's common in ancient cities that need to upgrade their buildings structurally but also save the features that define them. I've chosen not to include any details of the ongoing construction here; rather, I wanted to showcase the wonderful arched window that remains more or less intact. More work from this trip in the near future.
"Congratulations on your acceptance..." In a Friday morning email, these words served to validate and reward the efforts of the past 6 weeks, as I frenzied my way to the completion of 11 new works to be juried by the Illuminations team at Mass. General Hospital. All 11 paintings, including this one, will be part of a rotating exhibit, opening in October, 2017. Details to follow.
I had lunch recently with a couple of townies — people I've known for over 50 years. Our formative years were spent in Andover, Massachusetts — the subject of this small pastel. From a mid-century photo, this will be the basis for an oil painting.
How in the world to I have the time to post this on Thanksgiving morning? I'll be hosting at least ten hungry souls. And speaking of feeding souls, painting is what feeds MY soul. This is one of a series of three, featuring the dead-end street where I live, on a late Fall afternoon.