Showing posts with label impressionism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label impressionism. Show all posts
Tuesday
Beach Head
Thursday
The Piano
Wednesday
Outcropping II
11" x 14 ⅛" Oil on Panel
Anyway you paint it, the coastline of the Bay of Fundy is always there, beckoning to be painted again, and again.
I've used this specific size because it will fit one of the assortment of old frames we've come across over the years, and I cut the Masonite panel to match it. Although, upon second look of the particular frame, I chose not to include it in the photo because it has sustained irreparable damage. Really quite a shame, since it was quite handsome.
Anyway you paint it, the coastline of the Bay of Fundy is always there, beckoning to be painted again, and again.
I've used this specific size because it will fit one of the assortment of old frames we've come across over the years, and I cut the Masonite panel to match it. Although, upon second look of the particular frame, I chose not to include it in the photo because it has sustained irreparable damage. Really quite a shame, since it was quite handsome.
Saturday
Saint John's Reversing Falls
Reversing Falls
Twice a day, the powerful tides of the Bay of Fundy, the highest in the world, do something very unique – they push the St. John River backwards, a phenomenon called the Reversing Falls.
Here’s how it works: during high tide the water rushes through the mouth of the Saint John harbor and into the Southward-flowing St. John River. This creates turbulent rapids as it encounters two ridges and a bottleneck gorge at Reversing Falls.
As the tide continues to get higher, and the water in the harbor rises, the downward flow in the St. John River is slowed, then stopped. This is called "slack tide". The push of the bay’s high tides continues until the river runs in reverse – upstream.
Much of Saint John is built on rock, and is situated in and around the harbor. It can enjoy a cool, foggy atmosphere in the summer, though this can change as any particular summer may not receive as much fog as the following summer.The city does receive slightly milder temperatures in the winter, over inland New Brunswick, such as places like Fredericton, the capital of the province .
Looking out the north facing arched window from the stairwell landing
Thursday
Isle Haute
Friday
Belleisle Bay
8" x 10" Oil on canvas Available
I lived near Belleisle Bay for several years. The landscape there is both beautiful, and peaceful.
Monday
Early Morning Field
I like the feel of this piece. It has good atmosphere - a little mysterious. If you squint your eyes a bit, you can imagine a slight dew mist rising from the ground as everything begins to warm up in the approaching daylight.
Wednesday
Burning Ship, and Burning Ship Study
24" x 24" Oil on Canvas - Burning Ship
Available for Purchase
This is the larger painting that resulted from going through the process of making a smaller study (below) first.
12" x 12" Oil on Canvas - Burning Ship Study
Available for Purchase
A local gallery owner put a call out to artists to create work for an exhibit on the theme of Oceans and their accompanying Myths. Living in a small village that still has operating fishing boats, and knowing New Brunswick has its own Burning Ship myth, I decided to tackle this idea.
This is a study for the larger painting above, though the study has an honest immediacy about it, that you often tend to lose when working on larger paintings, and so I think this smaller painting gains a validity all of its own.
Monday
Yellow and Red
12" x 12" Oil on Canvas Available for Purchase
This was a fun one to do. Just let myself go with the flow...
Sunday
The Dining Room
Saturday
Where Land Ends
24" x 24" Oil on gallery-wrapped Canvas Available for Purchase
Living in a maritime environment allows for walking on beaches shrouded in fog. Watching the water churn pebbles, seaweed and other small treasures strung along the sand, and listening to the sound of far away places in your imagination.
There are times when you'd swear the rest of the world had ceased to exist. Time is on your side here, as your bare toes shuffle across the sand. You allow an existential game to develop in your mind....
Are you back at the beginning of time before humankind came into existence, or are you at some point in the near future?
If you are alone, then you're immediate concerns are the basic ingredients of survival anywhere - food, shelter, and clothing. These you are confident you will find somehow. But for now you take luxury in how your exposed skin feels in the light mist that floats around and engulfs you. Afterall, it is just you, the ocean, and where the land ends...
Friday
Max and Toby
24" x 24" Oil on canvas Personal collection
Summers at Brown's Beach
kids, and dogs, and seagulls, and sand dollars
sun, saltwater, and seaweed
sandstone rocks, and cliffs
the tide going out leaves an enormous sand beach to run on
you can watch the fog way out over the water
sometimes there are fishing boats at the edge of distance
once there was a pup seal sunning itself
these are things found in the summers at Brown's Beach
Thursday
Tabitha
8" x 10" Oil on Canvas Personal Collection
My family and I have the pleasure of sharing our lives with three lively dogs. The largest is Tabitha, though she is barely a medium-sized by most larger dog standards. She's a Basenji-cross
( an African hunting breed mixed with something else - so the vet tells us). True to her would-be heritage, Tabitha is crazy for the hunt, disappearing into the ground through hollowed out stumps, and other burrows. Tabitha also has a larger than life personality, and tail chasing is a daily routine that she enjoys to everyone's amusement. It really is a pleasure to have a dog like Tabitha around.
Wednesday
Max
22" x 18" Oil on Panel Personal Collection
This is a portrait of my fourteen year-old son, Max. The setting for this portrait is the scenic Fundy Trail Parkway in New Brunswick. It was the last day the trail was open in November '07. In the background are some of the cliffs and ocean water you see when traveling, or stopping at the many lookouts along the route.
Monday
Book Reader
20" x 16" Oil on Canvas - unframed. Available for Purchase
What's in a book?
The feel of it in your hands as you open it
The quiet, crisp sound as you turn a page
printed letters become words, and the words become thoughts
then the magic begins to happen as the immediate world around you begins to dissolve
visual imagery from another place fills your mind
you reach to grasp new perspectives and ideas
and characters who were at first strangers to you, become familiar
as you find common ground to identify with them
and a few of the more memorable characters, over the course of several hundred pages, even become friends...
Friday
Crow
Wednesday
Three Crows #2
16" x 16" Oil on gallery wrapped canvas. Sold Collection Of Ruth Ross.
This painting is a bit of a departure from what I normally do in my choice of palette, but it happened in a very natural way. Outside my studio window, walking together through the grassy field, were three more crows. This day however, the sun was intensely, dazzlingly bright. Everything appeared to have a brilliant shimmer to it. The water in the bay sparkled like diamonds, as well did the iridescent feathers of the crows. It was a good moment...
This week I'm taking part in "Wet Paint" at the Saint John City Market. Local artists set up small displays, and paint. We're there for whoever happens by, and/or wishes to stop and watch. It's going well, and I'm enjoying myself. It's interesting to see some of the reactions the artwork gets from the public. I'd like to think its providing a momentary pause in the lives of whoever sees it. I'm getting tremendous feedback...
Monday
Midday Refuge
12" x 12" Oil on gallery wrapped canvas. - Sold
Imagine a bright, spring day. Midday. The sun is high overhead. A large body of water in front of you, is in tune with the gentle weather above. Ripples, tiny, barely perceptible, slowly lap onto shore. It has a delicate shush, pause, shush sound. A longer pause, and then the sound repeats in what becomes a meditative melody. A few gulls fly and cry to each other further away. Their sound is somewhat diminished by distance, and the gentleness of the water that appears to fill your inner being up. There is no one else around. You are alone. You are alone with the beach, the rocks, the birds, and the water. You are finally alone with your own thoughts...
Sunday
Distance
16" x 16" Oil on gallery wrapped canvas. Available for Purchase
This painting is simply named because the atmospheric effect of distance pleases me. Often in summer, along the Bay of Fundy you get to see these formations of broken fog rolling gently along the coastal waters. It can be sunny one moment, slightly foggy a few minutes later, sunny again, and this can carry on back and forth all day.
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