The more I paint the more I become increasingly sensitive to beautiful scenes and powerful compositions. This painting was composed in a fraction of a second. I was driving down a winding road in my home town and saw this out of the corner of my eye. The afternoon sun was coming through the trees, striking the waterfall, and shimmering in the leaves. I saw the whole scene immediately. What is more amazing was that I could hardly even see it through the trees as I drove by. It was like a magnet pulling at my attention in my peripheral vision. There truly is something magical about the creation of a painting. From its germination, through the entire process of its growth, it is an unpredictable organic process that must be worked with everyday to be understood.
This is a painting of someone's life. The woman pictured in the painting is Karen Challen, my neighbor and close friend. When she moved here the backyard was nothing but a dried up hay field. She transformed and created this incredible, immersive, heavenly place with her bare hands. Many of the trees are birth trees for children and relatives. For her, every plant, every tree, every flower has meaning. It is a mirror of her life, and a reflection of her world. This painting started originally as a close-up portrait of her sitting on a bench looking off into the distance. But I turned it around, to show her sitting in the middle of her creation, and that's when it truly came to life. This is more a portrait of her than I could have ever made by focusing on her countenance. This painting is more than just a portrait: the painting is an image of her essence.
The Sun Path
When began my full time career as an artist there were tremendous inner challenges to overcome. One of the worst ones was the fear of worrying about "what sorts of paintings people like". Will I have to paint for "the market"? ... Will I have to cater to what is universally accepted as "pretty"?... What if nobody likes or wants to buy what I think is beautiful?
This painting assuaged my fears. It was one of the biggest, boldest, most dramatically pure expressions of what I think is beautiful. It sold the first time I displayed it.
Portrait of The Wayside Inn
After completing the Grist Mill I concluded that the Wayside Inn is an incredibly magical place that I needed to capture. This became the second painting in what was a series devoted to this historic landmark. It is no wonder that this place is such an attraction. It has a subtle characteristic and “other- worldly” quality that I have attempted to channel into each painting. Every piece was done entirely on site the memories becoming richer with meaning and emotion upon every visit.
A study for a soon to be released work. I just love the movement here and the dancing light both on the subject, and in the air around her. It was pure pleasure to create.
Autumn River Path
Flowing, Fire, Crisp, Dissolving. These are the words that come to mind when I think of this piece. Its loose flowing almost psychedelic qualities were inspired by Van Gogh. A direction I am very much enjoying.
Rich worked for The Wayside Inn for 37 years. He ran the Grist Mill. This is his mill race. This is his bridge. He is an incredible caretaker of nature and her handiwork. I will miss seeing him regularly.
I love this painting because it is simple, spontaneous, and abstract. There was no story or preconception behind it and yet it has a very intriguing quality. I love how the apple just pops against the green field: almost enticing you to reach out and steal it.