oil painting is a tribute to winter and all the beauty she provides. I
missed that this year....a new snow always puts a fresh face on dismal
ground. Sunny winter mornings with a fresh snow are so bright and quiet
you can hear the birds fly. Winter sky reflects off crystals of snow
throwing ultramarine blue underneath tangled thickets where puffs of
powder perch precariously upon upper branches soon to disappear in the
midday sun. Sheer delight.
I consider myself an expressionist, concerned with the visceral affects that art provides.
Nature is a source of deep love as are horses and art itself.