I have been busy in the studio preparing for my upcoming shows and find myself working on a new piece on a canvas measuring 16″ high by 40″ wide.
After the canvas has been prepped with multiple layers of gesso and a layer of black paint, I compose the painting by laying in the elements of the picture in red oxide paint.
This is my favorite part of the process, the time when I can just let my mind fall into the picture and roll around all the possibilities that it offers. Every stroke is a decision and most are made instinctively, letting the surrounding elements and the underlying texture dictate the next move.
As the piece progresses, the painting takes on its personality in a warm glow of varying reddish tones. At this point I decide where I want to place the focus for the painting. Here I want it to be all about the sky. Painting the sky at this point is not always the norm. Sometimes I go to work on the landscape first, letting it tell me how I will treat the sky. But on this piece the sky comes first, so I begin to lay in colors radiating from around the sun. Or moon. Nothing is really set in stone- or paint-at this point.
As the sky progresses , I veer off momentarily to lay in a little color on the houses and the flat fields that occupy the middle of the painting. I am now at a point where I still have work to do on the sky but the painting is beginning to speak plainly to me. I know what it is and have a fairly good idea of where it can go. I say fairly good because there is still a lot of decisions that will affect the final version. The colors of the landscape, for example, and their intensity and tones.
I am almost always at my most deepest level of infatuation with the piece when I am at this point in the process. The moodiness of the red tones have a shadowy effect that pleases me, that makes the sky contrast a bit more than it may after the colors of the landscape are added. I find myself asking this morning if I should forgo the colors I normally add and focus on creating a tonal composition based on the red oxide. It would be a darker piece than my normal work but if it works as I hope it might, it would carry that feeling that always hooks me as I am working.
So this morning I am sitting here looking over at the easel and deciding if I will spend the day in bright color or in shades of russet.
I like a job where that might be the hardest decision that must be made today…





The week after a show’s opening is an odd time for me. Even though you might think it would be a time to relax and savor the success of the show, it seldom is. Yes, I do get to let out a deep sigh of relief just to have the task done and to have not fallen on my face. But I am often fatigued from writing and speaking so much about myself and my work.
It’s been a warm summer. I guess for some of us that’s an understatement. The mowed lawns are burned to the color of Shredded Wheat and ponds show more and more of their banks as the water levels slowly descend. There’s a dustiness in the air from the driveway that coats everything and the thickness of the heat has me dreaming of hopefully cooler days ahead in the fall and winter.
Pictures must be miraculous: the instant one is completed, the intimacy between the creation and the creator is ended.
This is another piece from my upcoming June show at the
This was an interesting piece. I initially laid out the composition in red oxide and began to lay color into the rays in the sky. At that point it felt like the overall color of it was going to go into the blues. A nocturnal scene perhaps. But that didn’t quite ring true for me so I didn’t go forward with it. So for the last couple of months this piece has been sitting in the state shown here at the left, behind me as I work at the easel. Whenever I would turn around, it was there staring me in the face.

This is another new painting, an 18″ by 18″ canvas piece that was an immediate enigma to me even as it was barely half-finished on the easel. I was drawn strongly to it but couldn’t put my finger on what it was that I was seeing.
Man can learn nothing except by going from the known to the unknown.