Song of the Equinox

Song of the Equinox

36 x 36 inches

Oil on canvas

2024

This is personal. Something intrinsic of the nature of who I am.

I feel the world around me. I feel the wind and the soil and the water rushing down the stream. I feel the blades of grass straining to push through the earth and become tall. I feel the fish slipping through the current, the butterflies dancing in the sun, the birds and their melodies. I feel all of it, running through me like a phantom, energy running straight through my body, taking me, calling to me, becoming me. This is the basis of every painting I make. This possession of me by the living world.

"Song of the Equinox" is the flower. The balmy air of May. Spring. Newness. Lushness. Sensual unabashed beauty. Naked. For all the world to see. It is a symphony of blossoming life and energy. And also a delicate and subtle sonnet to every coming of that most balanced day, when all is hopeful and light.

This painting is one of my personal favorites. Looking upon it feels like being in love.

As of this writing. "Song of the Equinox" is available in the Colorado Studio.

Haven

"Haven"

24 x 30 inches

Oil on canvas

2023

I believe in faeries. Gnomes. Wood spirits. I truly do. Sitting on a huge smooth stone by the waterfall in the lush green valley behind my home in Italy, I believe in all of them. I feel them there. How can you deny it? Are you not transported? Moved beyond human things? Cradled in the green? Do you not become suddenly light as a feather? With your leaves rustling in the tendrils of wind coming off of the rushing water?

What if we could all stop? What if we could all feel it, the feeling of belonging?

This is Haven, my own temple by the river. My own little altar. With the light always there, in the center.

As of the date of this writing, "Haven" is available in my Colorado Studio.

Spanish skies

"Spanish skies"

48 x 36 inches

Oil on canvas

2023

Inspired by the majestic skies over a small Spanish island in the Atlantic Ocean, a place of space and open skies. I traveled there feeling closed in and not just a little trapped. Sometimes beauty can only be found in a place where not another living soul stands with you to gaze upon it. Where the cliffs are jewel-like smoky brown, tumbling down to the red golden beach and water that crashes. Where I become small, so very small, and I scream into the wind and lie back on the sand, no one to behold me except the birds.

I am free.

I am free.

I am free.

A sweeping, moving, dramatic symphony that will never be the same painting twice. An expressionist moment. A song that blows like a feather in the wind.

The sky is a living thing!

As of the time of this writing, "Spanish skies" is available in my Colorado Studio.