Paintings

These are lilies dieing in the cold and dim north light of my studio. The dissonant qualities of this painting reflect a part of my nature that I’ve struggle to come to terms with. What’s dieing is my need to ignore it. What’s alive is a willingness to know it and allow it through. Take a closer look and double click!

BROOK AND STONES, WAITING FOR THE STORM, 12×24, 2400

Painted just before a summer storm that lasted two days; violent heavy rain and wind, lighting, and this still brook transformed into surging white water.

12×14, 2400