The last painting before we left for Oregon shows a wayside parking area ten miles from town. Codes are scrawled upon the pavement, as well as peeled tire rubber. The Georgia Power pole, the guard rail, the painted lines of Highway 136– they all code a message for the interested couple.
Compass, oil on canvas, 24×36, 2018, private collection.
The Oregon coast both enthralls and terrifies. I have two people here, walking the crest of a bluff that falls to a dangerous shore. One is against the light, the other, shadow.
Sisters, oil on panel, 12×16, 2019
These four paintings were done en plein air, or in the open air as opposed to the studio. Aside from the magnificent challenge of translating raw experience to paint, working outside imprints those singular days to memory.
Four plein air paintings from the Oregon Coast, oil on panel, 12×16, 2020
I painted several of Macon’s urban monuments when we first moved here. Two of them were demolished before the paint had dried on the canvas.
Be, oil on canvas, 30×24, 2021