I love the winter solstice. The days will once again stretch out and we can look forward to the light. In the meantime we can enjoy the low sun magic and winter landscape.
An older piece from a few years back. This one has that elusive magic that drives me forward. Making a living as an artist is a difficult task. More than simply earning enough to pay the bills. For me it is a calling and the core of this one and only life. I know most people don’t really understand that, even close friends.
Some of the most dramatic colors at sunset occur in the opposite direction of the descending sun. A wild punch of color illuminates the mountains to the east. I ran through the snow to film this and the color was intense and fading fast. Summer is gorgeous but that low winter light is magic.
Drawing inspiration from the low autumn sun. This time of year can bring a sense of melancholy. I also get excited for the massive hours of studio time ahead. I am leaning into the season and finding some magic for my work.
I painted this little commission for a woman in the San Juan Islands, a place I dearly love. She had fond memories of the big lakes of North Idaho. She wanted a little painting that captured her magical memories from the summers in the 70’s and 80’s.
There are moments in nature so pure my thoughts seem to vanish. For the briefest time I am a child of nature.
6 paintings to Momentum Gallery in Asheville, North Carolina.
Nothing like seeing them in person but a video is a glimpse into my world.
Both have found new homes. Thankful to keep sales going even as I scramble to get work together for a couple of exhibits.
Following random thoughts and troublesome dreams.
Rainbows really have a magical feel. Wouldn’t it be nice if there were no scientific explanation.