Monday, December 26, 2016
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
I biked out to the bike trail, which is built on an old railroad line, including a gorgeous truss bridge (a lattice truss, to be precise) spanning the Connecticut River. I rode over the bridge, then pedaled down to a dock on the river to paint the bridge from below. The bridge is somewhat tricky to draw, because although at first glance one would assume that the cross beams would be orthogonal to the sides, they are not, which means that if you draw it right, the perspective looks wrong. I was mostly interested in getting the play of light on the complex nineteenth century ironwork, foliage and river reflections.
I entered a painting in a juried show at the town Historical Society and it won first place!
I did the painting many years ago in 1989, and had it in a couple of group shows in Boston back then. It had languished in my basement ever since until the announced theme of the show, "moving in, moving out, moving on" reminded me of it.
It was inspired by the inevitable scene at rush hour in Boston's Park Street station as people trying to get off the antiquated streetcars would have to fight through the mob of blockheads pushing to get on, who seemed unable to grasp the concept that the emptying must precede the filling. It struck me as having larger resonances with the human condition - our societal battles between enlightenment and atavism, and our individual struggles to emerge into the light in the face of our own selfishness and ignorance.
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Pilgrim Monument, Sunset
Pilgrim Monument, Early Morning
Pilgrim Monument, Overcast
Utility Poles, Truro
Utility Poles, Truro (Gouache)
CT River Island
Pennsylvania Hay Bales
Monday, May 23, 2016
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Looking across a field of corn stubble at a house in late afternoon sun with Holyoke Range in background.
Cows at Cook's Farm.
Breakfast at the Lone Wolf.
Tree atop Mt. Pollux.
View of West Street across open valley.
Friday, March 25, 2016
Built table in Excel, fiddled with fonts, sizes, and cryptic abbreviations to make it fit, and printed out. Applied strip of Scotch tape before cutting into strip and placing in paintbox.
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Hartsbrook Farm from East Hadley Road, against the light.
Hartsbrook Farm from the Bay Road side.
At the Lone Wolf having breakfast, I started sketching a rather dapper fellow sitting alone in a booth. He seemed kind of bored and despondent , and was leaning forward staring into space. Just as I was getting him blocked in, however, his friend showed up and slid into the booth across the table from him. The first guy reared back and lit up with pleasure. The very rapid sequence struck me as archetypal and I tried to get it down as quickly as I could.
Saturday, January 23, 2016
I was driving east on Bay Road around half past four and was struck by the sight of a yellow house brilliantly lit up by the late afternoon sun. I couldn't pull the car over right there, so the next day I returned on my bike. However, the day was overcast and it wasn't clear if the sun would come out at all. I decided to take a chance, and set up by the road and started blocking in the drawing. Sure enough, around 4:20, the sun emerged below the clouds and blasted the house with its billions of peripatetic photons. I did a little victory jig and started this watercolor.