For the Birds

This ceramic bird is from my grandmother’s house. It used to sit on the kerosene stove in the kitchen holding wooden matchsticks in it’s mouth hoping for a treat. I was always drawn to it as a kid. I placed it in this Robin’s nest amount some dried reeds. Mostly neutral color as I like it.

Untitled ‘22

Watercolor and gouache on illustration board 10.5 x 12

High Water

In the spring of 2021 a log had gotten jammed in my favorite boat launch on the Delaware. When I discovered this it was still a bit icy about so I put it in the back of my mind to check on later. A couple of weeks passed an things started to green up a little. Then the rain started. Heavy rain for days. I thought of the big log and wondered if it had moved out of the ramp. The river was high but the log was still there. A bit disappointed I took a little walk on River Road and discovered the entire hillside along river road was draining into the ditch. I only had my iPhone with me. I shot a few images. I made a composite of the scene in this painting. It’s the early spring green still competed with the winter browns.

This a bit fussy for me but that was a challenge.

High water 20 x 12 oc 2022

Reflection in Motion

I love rowboats. I love Maine.I love finding different ways to paint water. This is a small harbor surrounded by big rocks and trees. Every ripple is it’s on reflection. Painted in many thin glazed layers.

Reflections in Motion ‘21

24 x 18” oil on panel

See Spot Run

We have a new puppy. His name is Spot. I wonder why.

He’s grows so fast I thought I’d do a painting of hime from the day we got him. Mostly earth fones with a little tinting here and there,

Spot

12 x 9” Oil on linen ‘21

The beginning of the end

We are starting to see a light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. Vaccines in my county have begun.

I am making this post in celebration of my getting the second Moderna vaccine shot 2 weeks ago. Last February I swore I wouldn’t cut my hair or beard until this pandemic was over or I got a shot. Being a steaming pile of co morbidities I stayed home. Only visiting with a few friends and going fishing a few times. I don’t care what they say the outdoors is the best place to be.

Today Sylvia cut my hair and I trimmed my beard. I found it funny that is was so similar to to this painting. I did this for an evening class I took at SVA back in 1975 with Milton Glazer. Psychology and Illustration. This painting had something to do with ones persona. What doesn’t. I chose to do a sequential paneled story inside a bathroom mirror. This is me shaving my beard and loosing my identity. Left with nothing but a cigarette butt.

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