Beauchamp Point in Autumn
The colors were brilliant, with every leaf picked out in jewel tones. As ever, I was reminded that we artists only produce a poor approximation of God’s handiwork.
What I’ve accomplished so far this week
Although I’ve still got two more days to paint, I’m interested in your opinion. What do you like best, and why?
Monday Morning Art School: searching for meaning in Sedona
Sometimes, what you think you’re painting is not at all what comes through. Other times, there is ambiguity or multiple tracks of meaning within the same painting.
Fallow fields
This was an opportunity to test a favorite hypothesis of mine: that location doesn’t matter as much as subject and style.
When life blindsides us
In situations of extreme stress I fall back on the wisdom of “How do you eat an elephant?” “One bite at a time.”