This little bird sits in my studio observing the day-to-day activities. He loves to pose, especially with bits of flowers.
Painted from life.
Oil on canvas panel, 3 1/4x 3 1/4
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Beside Still Waters
Mist hung in the air. Clouds filled the sky. I rounded the corner, and was startled by the blaze of fall color. The trees seemed lit from within. I was drawn to the tumultuous contrast of rioting color against the mirror like smoothness of the river. As I painted, stillness hung in the air. Two fishermen worked their way up the Poudre River, calling out as they cast and caught fish. Completed en plein air.
8×10, oil on canvas panel
Along my favorite hiking trails, I look forward to seeing particular trees. I’m drawn to their shapes, the curvature of their limbs, the shade they offer, or the feeling they invoke. Over time, I feel like I know them, and that they know me. I’ve had my eye on this particular bend in the trail. I like the way the tree leans over, toward the bridge and the rock, greeting those that pass. Just as people are unique in their character, so are trees. As I painted this tree’s portrait, I felt like I was painting an ‘Old Friend’.
en plein air
Rocks pile and tumble against the alpine blue sky of Wyoming. From a distance, the rocks appear to be building blocks for a giant toddler. Here they sit, forgotten in the eons of time. Contrasted to the hard, sharp rock, aspens dance in the breeze, their golden fall colors warm and bright.
en plein air