Showing posts with label Cortland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cortland. Show all posts

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Some recent additions

With the return of the winter season, I have once again had those urges to do snowy cold scenes.  There's something about the way the snow drapes over the bows of a pine tree.  Something about the oranges and yellows the snow pics up from the sky on a winter evening.  Even the play of bright white and dark blue in the highlights and shadows all make me want to smear some color.


 "Snowy Pines"
9x12 on masonite
$25
SOLD

 "All Plowed Out"
$25
SOLD

 "Snowy Fields"
11x14 on canvas
$25
SOLD

 "Winter Sunset"
9x12 on masonite
$25
Available

"Silence after the snow"
6x16 on masonite
$25
SOLD

Monday, January 20, 2014

"Froze Up Good"

"Froze Up Good" 
 Dwyer Memorial Park, Little York, NY
16x20 Acrylic on canvas

$125
Available

Anybody who grew up in the Homer/Little York/Cortland area spent at least a couple summer days splashing in the small creek that runs between Green and Little York Lakes. So many great memories of hunting for crabs, floating coke can boats, and dam building. Here is a different look at the same creek. The recent cold has the creek bound with ice but the gorgeous red caught my eye as it clashed with the brilliant white of the snow.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Stuff that just pisses you off

"fffffuck..."
11x14 acrylic on canvas
Not for sale


There are just some things that no matter how many times, no matter how long you endure them, they just fucking piss you off every single time.  I think I hit it with this one, for me any way.

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Something about old barns

"Golden Hour on Clinton St Ext, Mcgraw, NY" Circa 1914
$350
SOLD

Growing up in Central Upstate, NY you're exposed to a lot of farming.  Farms dominate the landscape.   I for one love it, especially old, dilapidated barns and out buildings.  Somehow they seem like a link to the past, a voice from the past.  

This particular scene is from the tiny village of McGraw, NY.  Up on a hill, out in the wind, open to the elements.  God, I love where I live.