Did this a long time ago...maybe 2005? I can't even remember who bought it! It depicts the laurels that cover our slippery bank on the scramble down to Settendown Creek.
a view of the most incredible sunrise I've ever seen, in 2006 at Edisto Island.
This is one I finished last year. It features a door which I first saw in an architectural salvage place in Mississippi...it seemed like a metaphor for something, so I had to paint it! Here is to doorways, change and new adventures! May we not dread the doors! There is a bird in the middle of the doorway that you can only really see in person, because it differs from its background not in color, but in the sheen of its finish. The text you may be able to make out says "Enter at your own risk."
A beautiful spot close to my house, Poole's Mill. This place always reminds me of my kids and has so many "ghosts" and memories. This particular study was a commission for an old client. It's done in acrylic, one of my first.
This was from quite a few years ago. Watercolor was my first medium, I loved it so much, and still do. This was a piece inspired by my mom's rhododendrons, soaking up the sun.
Wow, do I love painting old industrial objects and metal and wood textures. This is a closeup of an old hit-and-miss engine loved and maintained by a cousin in Pennsylvania. I hope, I HOPE he doesn't repaint it!
I'm not sure why I was fascinated with this cross section of the resurrected Ironclad USS Cairo enshrined at Vicksburg, but I was. Again, the surreal feeling in the place, the sunshine and voices clashing with the history of this ship, just begged me to turn it into an almost abstracted study of the textures and light of the place. I don't know what it's about! Maybe you do?
One of my abstracts; my daughter would see this and possibly comment that it is one of thirty identical canyons that I have painted in my abstract phase. I tell her that they are all different. They are all about journey, and creeping through life with walls high around you and the future not often in view. The bird represents freedom, love and courage, offered by God.
this is a triptych I think I gave to my son, and it's another of my canyon abstracts...not really abstract, as I've been told, but just a loose representational landscape. It depicts a journey through strange and confusing places, with a destination which is foggy and far off. There's a bird to represent the traveler's help, and there is a cross up in the top right to show the starting point of the one who travels.
This is a view from an upper story of the White Tower at the Tower of London. I loved the warm day and the wonder of this ancient architecture and that familiar surreal feeling it inspired, as historical sites always do. Not really sure what it's about, but those whispering ghosts probably had something to do with it.
This is a watercolor I did of my oldest, a beautiful woman who has a lion's heart and the kindness and protectiveness of a mama bear. This painting makes me feel ambivalent: she was young and had hard years right about then. But she was already the strong and confident fighter of today, on the inside. I swear, she never was a child.
this was a commission from about ten years ago...I wish I could remember the client. I could look it up, possibly.
One of the oils I did a few years back; they often depicted floppy old fashioned azaleas, those big ones I have in my yard. These were brought to me by my oldest and begged to be painted.
Not the Botany Bay overseas...(where is it?) but the Botany Bay on Edisto Island in South Carolina. I think I did this in oil, not acrylic.
I was stuck on a few pieces of my blue and white china, especially this bowl and a dragon plate I loved...it's been a while since I've done a still life like this.
This is one of the paintings I've been working on most recently. I've been obsessively covering up old paintings with sketched elements, line, washes and generally anything that will tell a story. In this case, the narrative is supposed to be resurrection; the image is inspired by Ezekiel 36, in which God revives the old bones for the prophet and says that he will replace a heart of stone with a heart of flesh. This lady is supposed to look like a statue, but the breath of God's life is rejuvenating her...see, you can make out the shapes and colors creeping up her shoulder! : )
A painting about our climb to a new destination, through obstacles and tests which are shifting and confusing. Everyone on earth has their own set of steps; the struggle is what inspired the title of this piece "The Very Old Steps." I'm grateful that First United Methodist church in Cumming, Georgia gave a home to this painting.
I don't really have an explanation for this. The broken heart-shaped stone on which I painted a glowing landscape was at my feet on a rocky beach in Cuba. Perhaps the plain old photo would have been better, but I couldn't resist a bit of improving on nature.
Well, this is a lot brighter and bolder than my usual painting...it's also from perhaps ten years ago. I love flowers and paint mom's rhodies and roses a lot. I especially love painting them in a large format, which this was. I believe it was done in water-mixable oil, and of course I can't remember who bought it.
Another floral from ten or more years ago, a watercolor this time. I'm coming back to realism after a few years' obsession with abstraction and experimentation. Who knows where things will end up?
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