Waiting for Light
Oil Painting on Panel, 30” x 40”, 2022
Hanging Garden of Moons
For some reason I ended up with a 1984 World Atlas. In the past I have used it for so many art projects. Most of the projects were collages. Im getting down to my last few pages and I had all of these astrological maps and those became the idea for this collage. But when I start my paintings, before I even know what I want to do, I spray paint through lace in random colors and patterns. Then I find the idea. I started using fluorescent spray paint. Its hue is so vibrant I had a hard time pairing shapes and other images until I saw those constellations from my old atlas. IT was a perfect match! I love this one.
The Hanging Gardens of Jackalop
THE HANGING GARDENS OF JACKALOPE is part of a painting series. It’s the world I see with my rose colored glasses on. It’s where there’s no shortage of prolific growth. The world is wild with vines and trees and bushes and growth that multiply at a dizzying pace. A pace so fast that man cannot handle pruning them back. It’s crazy and colorful and there’s no stopping the happiness we find springing out of every crevice of the earth. And it makes me so damn happy.
Saucer Magnolia II
When you're suffering with saucer magnolia fever the only cure is to make as many of them as you can. I took bits of my drawings and pieces of my favorite art paper and cut the petals. I discovered that you cannot make a mistake in cutting those shapes because somewhere out there a petal is in that configuration. These beauties are so brief. Here is a tribute to their sexy silhouettes.
Waves of Majesty
The idea for this abstract forest work comes from bountiful forests. For 25 years I lived on the side of a mountain. I experienced wild seasonal growth. That lusciousness has imprinted into my brain mapping. Every walk I take I can see those sunsets filtering from my beloved trees that surrounded me for so long.
Paris Forever
Rows of sprawling trees in strict rows dotting the many magical gardens of Paris and benches to sit and adore them. Spray paint, oil sticks and collage elements on panel. 18” x 14”
Dappled Dawn, 2018
A walk through a foggy blue forest with bits of pink sunlight poking though the branches.
96" x 60"
enamel, oil sticks, oil, resin on panel
Forevermore, 2016
The culmination of 25 years of sunset views from my mountainside kitchen window in the Hudson Valley permanently burned into my vision.
96" x 60"
oil sticks, oil, collage, resin on panel
Into the Trumpets Mouth
This painting reflects how I credit the earth for her eternal growth with minimal resources.
Enamel, Oil Sticks, Paper Collag, Bingo Daubber and resin 40" x 30"
Lotus Pond No.3
I just happened to be at the Conservatory in the Bronx Botanical Gardens on a sunny day in late Summer when the Lotus Flowers were at full bloom. This painting is from my sketches and photos from that glorious day.
I have always been drawn to this voluptuous plant. The best reason to paint Lotus flowers and leaves is to differentiate between the planes. The flatness of the pond reflects the sky and the sculptural leaves are like planetary objects in space.
Saucer Magnolia
On my long after walks down Riverside Drive on the Westside of Manhattan I have been inspired by the multiple of blooms popping out all over. It is especially beautiful given that it is so sad here in NYC. And in spite of this Spring occurs in full bloom without regard to the human condition.
Parks and Recreation
Since the Pandemic I have spent restless days aimlessly wandering the parks near my apartment here in New York City. This painting is a map of those experiences.
Ace of Hearts, Redbud
I use lace as a stencil with spray paint to cover my panels before I begin. This particular color pattern suggested an out of focus spring field. Everywhere in NYC the trees are in full pink bloom. I used bits of art papers I collect for the vines and leaves. What a Spring we've had and so welcomed after that year of 2020. Definitely a renewal going on in my studio.
Bodacious, 2016
Layers and layers of hanging lushness form the foundation for this painting. The delicate veins of flowers become the walls of the forests. It's the ephemeral facade for the infrastructure of the wild. I believe in the power of our earth to reinvent itself season after season. I refuse to believe we cannot save our precious home. Go. Look. The power of reinvention is right beside us day after day.
Medium: Oil Sticks, Collage, Resin on Board
Size: 34.5" x 48"
Sunday In The Park
Much of my free time in 2020 was spent walking in the many parks in New York City. I got to know the neighborhood more than I would of during normal circumstances. What struck me the most was the gathering and joy found in small groups of people. I felt it too. Simply appreciating fresh air and trees and grass and being outdoors.
This collage painting is a culmination of those sketches and poses my unknowing audience struck. I have been experimenting making small figures out of clay and then making molds of them. These are filled with a light hard plastic.
I choose to color the figures white. That is no reflection as to their skin color. What it signifies is the emptiness I felt until I was able to get outside and breathe life back in.
If you're ever able to visit The Cloisters in Upper Manhattan on a Summer afternoon, you too, will be able to see these dear figures coming to life.
Please note the frame is an antique find and is beautiful in its imperfections.
Chipped Cup
Saturdays are the best days. You can find me with my handsome adult son sitting in the bohemian styled backyard of our favorite coffee shop. I always bring my tiny sketchbook and we talk and get caught up with the week. Love it. This coffee shop is a well known spot in Harlem, New York called, “The Chipped Cup.” Like Bonnard, I do a rough sketch and then back in the studio I use my memory to fill in the colors and absent shapes. Working this way, the colors are always so much better than the real thing.
In the Park at 5pm
I have filled my notebooks with sketches of New Yorkers enjoying parks and idleness during the Pandemic. I have sat among them and watched their joy at feeling somewhat normal in picnic like settings.
Conceptually I see them as empty when they arrive, devoid of all color, hence the white. It gives the term 'soaking up the rays' new meaning.
I have always played with sculptural additions to my work. I have used bronze, resin, encaustics and now plastic. The entire process is much quicker now with new materials that I can easily form, mold and cast in my studio. I love that flexibility.