Monday, June 18, 2018

Third Anniversary of Gallery 46 in Lake Placid, NY

Three Year Birthday Celebration of Gallery 46 in Lake Placid, NY. I adore this "little gallery that could". A gallery that Lake Placid Center for the Arts began as a temporary installation on the Main Street and has become a thriving beacon of culture and community within the Adirondacks. 

Always a pleasure to work with Jon Donk who runs the gallery with love and passion for the art, the collectors and the artists. This small space is chock a block full of ever changing paintings, photography, printmaking, mixed media, pottery and other artisans. Jon thinks of ways to accommodate everyone who walks through the front door and has them leave with a smile (and often a new piece of art). 

I love being part of this vibrant art community and meeting old friends and new every time I visit!

Thursday, May 17, 2018


An aptly timed exhibition as the tender green buds of Spring burst forth with life!

A road trip to Cooperstown, NY brought me and my paintings to the delightful and well established Smithy Gallery. Three floors of artwork exploring Green as a secondary color with secondary meanings.

I am most honored to be exhibiting with such an accomplished and diverse group of artists as selected by the Cooperstown Art Association.

The Smithy is a well preserved Black Smith shop from 1776 - Three floors have been converted to an art gallery and an outdoor courtyard as well as a ceramics studio out back. 


I was thrilled to share a room with ceramist artist Diana Hall, whose organic and forms and luminous sculptures are the perfect palette and pairing with my paintings.


The exhibition continues until June 17th and is well worth visiting if you are in the area. Cooperstown is also a charming destination with much to discover in a beautiful green landscape.

Thursday, April 5, 2018

Making a Movie

For the past few months I have been working with film maker extraordinaire Patrice Halley to create a mini doc about my work. This has been a far more intense process than I anticipated.


Allowing anyone in my studio while I'm working is unusual but to have a guy with a camera in your face and underfoot every which way I turned was especially daunting.


Monday, January 8, 2018

The Beauty of Winter in Québec

7am Morning Walk / 24" x 24"

The winter figures prominently in my psyche and work these days. Having been born close to the Winter Solstice makes December a time of change and reflection for me. The ever shortening days, the receding and then returning light, the cold and snow wrapping itself around everything in a silent embrace, these all influence my work.

A forest full of silence and snow
The landscape becomes a quiet palette of black, white and nuanced greys.

Sunday, December 17, 2017

Natural Translations

My annual Tremblant exhibition is now up and running at Les Mots Tremblant 

This charming and cozy venue is the perfect place
to host my paintings over the holidays. Visitors can have a glass of wine, a bowl of soup or a hot drink while relaxing and taking in the paintings. This is my absolute favorite way for people to view the artworks that have taken days, weeks and in some cases, months to produce.

Mont-Tremblant will always be close to my heart and I love to return to old friends and new with this annual exhibition.

Monday, October 23, 2017

A Summer Collage

is a word that comes to me often lately. I move through time and space seeking images for my work, even following them as they lead me from one adventure to another. 
Every single place, person and moment is offered up as material for translation into paint.

Life and Art fuse.



A bountiful summer of road trips and travel has filled my imagination with an abundance of fresh images to work from over the coming winter months. A new bike purchased in the Spring opened up new vistas to explore, both urban and country. 

 I visited a variety of cities from Montreal to Saskatoon, Lake Placid to Middlebury & Burlington, Vermont as well as a hefty dose of New York City. 

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Watching the Patterns of the Land

I have been reading The Snowy Tower by Martin Shaw and am enthralled with his insights into how stories and images come to us from watching the patterns of the land:

"A slow emergence from the tree line - a mist of story. Not in the clipped tempo of the written sentence, but in a galloping, roaming, rampant language that tears into the soul like the vivid colors of a jungle bird...We no longer rove, ablaze and alive in the greenness of things...we're getting big on statistics, big on knowledge, but if ever we needed wisdom, now is the time."

Breaking Through / 30" x 40" 

"Mythic disinformation is a very sophisticated way of understanding the human psyche. It understands that we don't always respond to strict orders, and that the results of our choices are rarely black-and-white...To the literal mind, myth itself is a profound form of disinformation. There can be no truth in its images--a hedgehog standing on a rooster playing the bagpipes! Try to be serious! But the image distrusts the societal rush to the concrete picture and uses the brilliance of metaphor to disable (at least briefly) the triumph of logic. Logic is not the enemy but the dance partner."
Land Patterns / 30" x 40"
"Moving into a mythic perspective saves us from continually trying to address the situation from linear, statistical, clock time. Attention to the eternal as well as the historical would provide insights into stories and images that have a genius that statistics do not."
Land Patterns 2 / 30" x 40"
"May we all be wild horses under a blood moon, riding mad into its tangles."

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Strength in Vulnerability

"Dance when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free."  ~Rumi

The other day I drew the Hanged Man card from the Tarot deck and it felt appropriate. Twenty months ago Loss was the price I had to pay for a great Love in my life and Walt was worth every tear. 

Recently my heart started to beat with love and life again. I could feel the blood start to flow anew as I recognized the first feelings of longing again. I didn't think it was possible. Slowly, tentatively I felt eros stirring inside, I couldn't believe it...and then just as I started to move towards the beckoning my heart was promptly shattered. 

Grief flows in mysterious patterns.

We Appear in this World for a Brief Moment / 40" x 60"

The Hanged Man represents an inward seeking.

The true quest is seeking within, not without. The fresh wound of loss was ripped open,