Landscape Gallery
In my opinion, memories captured through photographs are two-dimensional.
Memories captured through the artist's personal vision, imagination and skill are a living, breathing, one-of-a-kind, emotion-filled wonder.
A blue/pink sky in early morning. A dark shadow creeping across a meadow. Gold leaves in October. A lonesome beach in January. Each image begs the artist's interpretation and creative expression.
Whether painting from a photo or plein-air, world is our oyster. There is no other place I want to be.
The rear deck of our children's Long Island home looks out towards the ocean (you know by the fresh salt air). An irresistible subject for a painting particularly at 4 o'clock on a fall afternoon.
The color story of warm golden hues and strong foreground is similar to "Hay Bale", and why not?
The subtle colorations of the tidal grasses, having recently lost their summer green coat, reflects their varying density and depth. A barely visible hint of blue green water in the upper right tells you it is low tide.
Can you hear the seagulls? I still do.
There are endless vistas of pure grandeur at Acadia National Park. However, my favorite place to be are the sun-dappled paths that hikers seek out for solemnity and reflection.
This is just one of them.
Deep, dark purple shadows created by an umbrella of century-old trees is an artist's delight.
I wanted to quickly capture the moment so decided to use broad strokes not worrying about painting each leaf. There were so many shades of green. Every pastel I chose was perfect.
The final painting may not have a quietness to it, but this is what I saw. Artistic license is a wonderful thing!
A scene repeated across this country, the abandoned home of a once hard-working family living off the land.
There is a strange beauty to many of them, particularly this one.
The story is one of stillness and emptiness although white puffy clouds, a lush green maple tree, grass that has not seen a lawn mower in recent memory and a house weary and weather-beaten evoke memories of past happiness and joy.
Creative license permits me to include all the iconic Coney Island favorites of mine growing up just a 10-minute trolley ride away.
So don't expect to see this scene the next time you visit.
Simple enjoy the painting.
Late afternoon, mid-winter, cold sunshine, long shadows, huddled masses, fragrant food. A typical New York set.
We had just checked into our hotel alongside the Colorado River, stepped out onto our back patio and this was what appeared.
Could any artist worth his salt resisted?
