The sun, the focus of all life on our planet.
Contemplative and calming. Part of the “Sun Series" of paintings.
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.
End of a long day, time to take stock of all the good things that happened.
Felt like it painted itself on its’ own.
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.
A moment of stunning beauty, as the mighty Delaware River snake it’s way though rural Pennsylvania on it’s way to the Atlantic.
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.
We are all on our way somewhere. All things are on their way somewhere.
A Matisse favorite blown up to giant size.
A metaphysical moment in nature where no human can deny the serenity and beauty of nature.
The ultimate charm of the American Midwest landscapes.
Where you will go after living a good life.
Like a giant and soft watercolor with a spiritual quality that changes with the ambient light.
American farmlands have been the bedrock of so many families with the same American dream.
A special moment if you are lucky enough to witness.
Dusk in Austin, Texas produces those alluring high desert scapes, the dust amplifying the end of daylight.
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.
Painted after a major surgery reaffirming my love for the beach and ocean swimming.
I think about the 4,000 mile solo hitchhiking trip I took in 1972 to West Coast and back.
Irish coast inspiration.
On the horizon is the flat and wide bay.
The power of big nature based on elements of the South Pacific.
I guess they are friends of the shark, until they aren’t.
The warm morning glow of dawn in summer, a signal of a new day with fresh possibilities.
Everything is changing, the light, the mood.
A Berber man composing his headwrap in the wind. A commission by a fellow traveler to the Sahara in Morocco.
I know there is one in there somewhere.
One of a series of paintings of the ever-shifting dunes in the Moroccan Sahara.
From a deep place in the unconscious describing an untouched place of serenity in deep woods.
Storm moving out to sea.
The beach, where it all begins and ends for me.
The flat landscape of the East End of Long Island produces calming images of reverie and quiet.
Trees in perfect synch with each other. Are they all related? They must be.
Three stalwart trees guarding the point.
In moviemaking parlance, “magic hour” is that alluring transition from afternoon to evening — twilight — when the world of our perceptions changes.
I have no idea how this title came to be. But It is a soothing painting.
Wish I could…
Hundreds of thousands of parakeets swarming at dawn preparing to cross the water into the rainforest for the day’s events.
A golf course on the moon???
The Amazon region is a place of life filled with all kinds of colorful critters.
Full blooded intensity of big nature sky and water.
Visiting the Amazon region in Peru makes you think all kinds of new thoughts.
Something powerful about the confluence of two great bodies of waters.
From the cool green depths to the sky...
The sky above and the sea below filled with life.
The birds of the Amazon are ubiquitous.
Spring runoff and seven lace-like waterfalls.
I am always impressed by a stand of trees. All part of the same family no doubt. Fascinating.
All bark and no bite…um, maybe not.
