There are times when the voice calls. When approaching the canvas makes the fingertips tingle with anticipation of what lies just ahead, not knowing for certain as if reading a book for the first time...but in that same way the artist cannot put down the brush. The call is far too powerful. The pull is far to magnetic. I am falling, I am becoming entangled in the grips, in the grips of the painting waiting to be born.
The Artists Journey
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This sketch above became this finished painting below
The Pine Tree Painter.
How did I become known as the Pine Tree Painter? You could say I paint a lot of Pine Trees, that would be true. I paint a lot of other things too, but Pine Trees, Spruce Trees, Birch and others seem to be a continuous string in what i do. I just like the way they stand there like a custodian of the land. or a greeter to nature. So, I continue down the path with the Pine Tree Painter name on my head, It's ok.