Shell on Blue

When gallery sitting at The Portsmouth Arts Guild I usually try to paint a simple still life. Found this shell on the mantle in a bowl, perfect as I've done several other shell studies this summer.Mike Rooney was teaching a one-day workshop that particular day, which looked like a fun, super informative class. He's got a very full teaching schedule, glad to have met him.

Summer White House

Went back again to paint the Eisenhower House in a larger format.. Trying to simplify the trees, the multiple angles of the house, seeing it more as shape than "dormer window". Still hard, but I'm crazy about painting. On another note, many thanks for those who comment and for some reason I can't comment back! A glitch I don't know how to fix in Blogger.I really appreciate you taking the time to visit my blog and especially to comment!

Spring Bull Gallery

This is my panel  at  The Spring Bull Gallery where I am the guest artist  for the month of August and September. I also have a larger painting on the wall. I will be sending them some jpegs and my bio so that there will be some info about me on their web site soon. Great location on Bellevue Avenue in Newport, Rhode Island. I am delighted and excited for this wonderful opportunity

Eisenhower House

Ike used this house as a summer White House. His love for golf and the proximity to the Newport Country Club made it a perfect choice. Late afternoon sun washes the building.  Fort Adams overlooks Narragansett Bay and is home this weekend to the Newport Folk Festival.

Fort Adams

Who would guess that this quiet image preceeds The Newport Folk Festival? Lovely time painting before the traffic and crowds arrive.At Fort Adams, a beautiful state park.

Low Tide Maine

What's better than being out painting just after sunrise, when the world around you is so quiet? Low tide offers a myriad of color between rock,sand, water, and algae. Squinting to find the lightest light,the darkest dark.

Bar Harbor Pine

Made time to paint on our camping trip to Maine. This beautiful tree stood alone, its trunk twisted by the wind, each day beckoning me closer. What a gift to be in such a remarkable location, and then get to lose myself painting a piece of it.