One evening while enjoying a nice soak in the hot-tub, a gentleman who had seen me painting a landscape off our roof asked me about painting a landscape in honor of his marriage. After toweling off, it was agreed and a commission was in place.
As always, the canvas began with some initial figurative exploration, Sharpe in hand. Peter Lik’s beautiful photograph guided the way, until I was able to get to Hawaii myself.
Developing the mountains, understanding the terrain.
The child artist is alive within – anything inspired by the sun requires a yellow wash.
Complementary colors are at the nexus of nearly every painting you will see… on this website, anyway.
There is something about the lush nature of Hawaii – greens everywhere, fertile ground, out of the tube – sound as a pound.
When the sun smolders behind the hills, darkness can arise quickly and without notice.
The form is there – still looks like a kid made this thing.
There is something about Salmon – tastes delicious, easy to mix.
Buy any bouquet of flowers at a NY bodega, drink two beers and squint = Hawaiian color palette.
The sky gets more intense, colorful, like a late night host with sagging ratings.
The beach is getting the business.
During twilight, footprints on the beach take the form of dark splattered eggs.
Signed, sealed and delivered (next week.)