From the cool green depths to the sky...
I am always impressed by a stand of trees. All part of the same family no doubt. Fascinating.
Felt like it painted itself on its’ own.
One of a series of paintings of the ever-shifting dunes in the Moroccan Sahara.
In moviemaking parlance, “magic hour” is that alluring transition from afternoon to evening — twilight — when the world of our perceptions changes.
Where you will go after living a good life.
I know there is one in there somewhere.
I, along with a group of people, once witnessed a series of UFOs in the night sky over Lake Cayuga in Ithaca, NY. We had many questions, but very few answers.
The Amazon region is a place of life filled with all kinds of colorful critters.
I guess they are friends of the shark, until they aren’t.
Everything is changing, the light, the mood.
We are all on our way somewhere. All things are on their way somewhere.
A Berber man composing his headwrap in the wind. A commission by a fellow traveler to the Sahara in Morocco.
Hundreds of thousands of parakeets swarming at dawn preparing to cross the water into the rainforest for the day’s events.
Like a giant and soft watercolor with a spiritual quality that changes with the ambient light.
End of a long day, time to take stock of all the good things that happened.
A landscape I never actually experienced in life came alive on this canvas. A deep sense of peace and serenity. All is right with the world here on Cherry Lane.
Painted after a major surgery reaffirming my love for the beach and ocean swimming.
Full blooded intensity of big nature sky and water.
The sky above and the sea below filled with life.
Irish coast inspiration.
I think about the 4,000 mile solo hitchhiking trip I took in 1972 to West Coast and back.
The flat landscape of the East End of Long Island produces calming images of reverie and quiet.
Something powerful about the confluence of two great bodies of waters.
A special moment if you are lucky enough to witness.
Sometimes a painting is made and lives for many years and then the artist chooses to obliterate it and create something completely new and different…although there can be ideas from the previous painting that survive. This is true for this painting.
The warm morning glow of dawn in summer, a signal of a new day with fresh possibilities.
Contemplative and calming. Part of the “Sun Series" of paintings.
Three stalwart trees guarding the point.
Wish I could…
A golf course on the moon???
Storm moving out to sea.
From a deep place in the unconscious describing an untouched place of serenity in deep woods.
Trees in perfect synch with each other. Are they all related? They must be.
The beach, where it all begins and ends for me.
American farmlands have been the bedrock of so many families with the same American dream.
The sun, the focus of all life on our planet.
The ultimate charm of the American Midwest landscapes.
A moment of stunning beauty, as the mighty Delaware River snake it’s way though rural Pennsylvania on it’s way to the Atlantic.
Dusk in Austin, Texas produces those alluring high desert scapes, the dust amplifying the end of daylight.
A Matisse favorite blown up to giant size.
All bark and no bite…um, maybe not.
Visiting the Amazon region in Peru makes you think all kinds of new thoughts.
The birds of the Amazon are ubiquitous.
I have no idea how this title came to be. But It is a soothing painting.
A metaphysical moment in nature where no human can deny the serenity and beauty of nature.
Off in the distance living their best tree life, undisturbed except for conditions which they are designed to endure. Such a great sense of peace.
The power of big nature based on elements of the South Pacific.
Spring runoff and seven lace-like waterfalls.
On the horizon is the flat and wide bay.
