The Trees

This series of tree paintings was inspired by a painting I did back in the Summer of 2007. I had been painting a very realistic tree but was not inspired by it. The day was beautiful and just as the sun started to set I decided to put down my brushes and go for a walk in the woods. The more I walked the more my head cleared and my mind started to relax and fill with inspiration. I began to see the trees as swirly shapes and colors, dancing in the light. By the time I came back to my painting that evening I couldn't wait to paint these lines. I painted over the realistic tree and soon the "Inspiration Tree" took form.

I keep this painting hanging near my easel to remind me to relax and go outside for inspiration.

This new series is a spinoff of the "Inspiration Tree" to share with you.
Pink = Calming Tree
Yellow = Answer Tree
Multi Yellow and Blues = Transition Tree
Turquoise = Thinking Tree

Each tree is on an 11" X 14" canvas. These are original acrylic paintings. $80.00 each

The creation of Flutterfly Wishbone

Creating "Flutterfly Wishbone"
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Flutterfly Wishbone

Flutterfly Wishbone is a large 48" X 48" abstract painting that I had a lot of fun working on. I started it Feb. 4th and finished last night - Feb. 27th. I am also posting a video of the painting process from start to finish. Enjoy

Wild Orchid

Wild Orchid is a 24" X 36" acrylic painting on stretched canvas. I started "Wild Orchid" around Christmas time. I was envisioning loose sweeping organic shapes.... which turned into orchid shapes. The original color palette was more muted with soft greys and ochre but as the sun started to visit and better light appeared in my painting space the colors began to get brighter. I am tempted to photograph this painting in the morning and the evening because the palette changes dramatically from colorful and playful  to moody and dramatic. This one has a life of its own.

River Call

Every single time I have been to the Madison River near Bozeman, Montana I am delighted at how alive the sport of fly fishing is in this area. It is by no means crowded but I am sure to find a fishermen or two enjoying the river and taking in the beauty of the area. They are always kind and nod a hello or wave to the acceptance of a few photos to add to my library of painting inspiration. This particular painting is inspired by a tall, perfect postured young sportsman on the Madison this summer.

Red

As I was traveling this Fall a row of fire red maple trees caught my attention. The Color was so alive and the seeds danced from the branches. I had to put this beauty down in paint.  I don't think anyone gets used to the golden fields and fire red leaves we get to experience for a few weeks every year. 

 This is a large 4' X 4' acrylic painting on stretched canvas

E.E Cummings inspired painting [in progress]

This painting is a 30” X 30” acrylic - work in progress. It is a commissioned piece. The request was for an abstract painting size 30” X 30”. An E.E Cummings poem was sent to be my inspiration. I find the poem beautiful and full of inspiring images. I could do dozens of paintings based on these words. Here is the poem

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond    
by E. E. Cummings

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands