Adirondack Framed Sets Series

If you are purchasing photos, consider having me matte and frame your selections and if you need I will even help you pick out compatible sets. It is recommended that you send me an image (squared) along with dimensions of the space and I will comp in my suggestions

Intimate With Flowers & Nature #2 Nearing Completion

Been having a tough time achieving the "transparecy" I want in #2....maybe after another pint of acrylic medium and a dozen more layers I'll be there.... #3 Should be started in March and will feature color range theme in the lilac-blues family with maybe a hint of the yellows and magenta color in #1 and 2, because these are being painted as a series/set even if they are separated Acrylic paintings, 28 x 40"

Intimate With Flowers & Nature; " Flower Power"

I often wonder what's going on down there, in the idyllic world of flowers. Unlike insects that we see moving around collecting, resting, hunting and fighting. The flower seems unflinching and frozen in time. But any gardener knows it is a battle....a war against predator insects, other plants and weeds battling for the same ground and nutrients. They often use clever disguises, colors and scents designed to draw in pollinators, and sometimes prey.....

Ice As Art; Return to the Sea

My newest in the "Ice As Art" Series; Entitled; "Return to the Sea" A celebration of the fact that all of us originated from the vastness and chemistry of the oceans. And beyond that we trace our dna origins through the widest expanses of the universe. That's why when we look up at the stars or deep into the oceans blue...we see a little bit of me and you...

Autumn On The Lake

The sun warms his face and hands on a golden, tranquil, autumn afternoon as he slips along the edge of this placid lake. At first the lake looks much like it did last year, and the year before. The curves of the mountains,the distinctive trees, craggy stumps, the blackened rocks, their silhouettes he watches for, and recognizes; like an old friend. And more so on days, when he blindly feels his way along in the early morning fog, or at dusk in the waning sunlight. Eyes always groping for a familiar friend to guide him home. But he soon realizes that something is different this year. Perhaps it is the path of the sun, casting different shadows and creating different colors? Maybe, it's the melancholy he felt at departure of the loons or the ducks? Or maybe it's the unusual weather we all have been talking about? No, he reflects and decides in passing; that much here looks the same as it did five, ten or twenty years ago when he first came here. So alive then and looking ahead, with eager young eyes. He knows now that he looks now through the eyes of a man who is another year older. A man who is one year closer to his final journey down this familiar lake. A final journey when he will be one with, and in an eternal embrace, with all that is around him.