Summit Park Ferns in Autumn, 12″ by 12″, Acrylic on Canvas
October is a time of year when the summer wanes to winter, but rain arrives, and with it, new plants spring up from their slumber during the dry summer. Seeing these little, bright green ferns next to trees dropping their last few red leaves is a paradox, and it makes for a nice narrative in a painting.
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Central Park, 30″ by 30″, Acrylic on Canvas
I often walk through Central Park in the morning. There’s a public swimming pool, athletic fields, and a play structure there, and in the middle, a row of several very tall maple trees. This painting is based on a photo shot straight up – the leaves at the top were still green, and they cascaded through oranges, reds, yellows and browns as they were closer to the ground.
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I am grateful for time in the studio this morning. It’s been a bit of a struggle with the painting I’ve been working on lately, but I turned a corner on it today, and I was back in a groove that felt great.
I am grateful for time spent with Julie and Farley today. Coop was at a birthday party. It was nice to have some time to dote on the little, insofar as one can when dragging a kid around doing errands. The novelty was enough, it was nice.
I am grateful for time spent reading to my boys as I put then to bed, Coop listening intently while Farley dozed on my lap in the big rocking chair.
I am grateful for MORE time spent painting at home this evening. Finished up a little one. 12″ by 12″, ferns in summit park. A month or two ago is a time of year when the summer wanes to winter, but rain arrives, and with it new plants spring up from their slumber after a dry summer.. Seeing these little, bright green ferns next to trees dropping their last few red leaves seems like a bit of a paradox, and it makes for a nice narrative in a painting.
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There is a group show of work from artists at the Cedar Hill Arts Centre. 3 of my paintings will be in it, and there is a reception tomorrow (Thursday). Come on down and check it out!
If you know me, text to let me know you are coming and I’ll try to make sure I’ll be there at the same time to see you!
Just wanted to announce that you can buy giclee prints of my paintings online.
There are 3 up there now, but more will be coming soon.
Check it out!
Beaver lake is close to home, it’s connected to Elk Lake, which one sees on the right side of the road whenever driving from the ferry to Victoria. It’s makes me feel like I’ve arrived home when I see it. I used a photo for a reference I took while on a walk my family on a night just after the dwindling end of the summer. It was one of the first evenings of the year when the light didn’t last as long as we did.
I am grateful for time spent painting this morning. I always love it, but sometimes it’s a struggle to get it the way I want it. Today was a good day that way, it felt like it was painting itself.
I am grateful for a moment where Cooper and Farley brought themselves from fighting like scrappy cats and dogs to hanging out like buddies, all on their own, without intervention from me.
I am grateful for a fun time swimming with those jokers this afternoon.
I am grateful for the first sale I can recall of my artwork to be used as artwork, not as marketing material or speaker support. I’ve been working on setting up a website to sell giclee prints of my paintings. I have it up in beta, and the first click on a buy button happened today. Humbling and exciting, that is!
Sombrio, 30″ x 30″, Acrylic on Canvas
I painted this based on a photo taken when I was hiking part of the Juan de Fuca trail with a group of very old, very good friends. I was ambivelant at this moment that we were near the end of the trip; sad it was almost over, but really happy to be there. I couldn’t stop declaring that it was awesome that whole hike, not that I tried.
Here it is in progress:
Acrylic on canvas, 24″ x 36″. I based this painting on a photo I took in Goldstream Park. I am pretty sure I took that photo the day Farley said his first word, which was “Trees”, although it sounded like “Tees”. I remember he was on my shoulders, pointing up at a scene that looked like this.
Here it is in development: