Kennebago River

This is a painting of Kennebago Lake in northern Maine. I spent a little time up there fishing with friends a few years ago. It was quite a scene with a canoe full of dogs and fly fishing gear. One of those great ideas that would have been a funny story if you weren't worried about capsizing in 55 degree water, in the middle of beautiful nowhere, with no cell service. If there were any fish they were surely scared off by muffled yells of "sit", "stay still", "lie down", and "that fly is not for you!", among other commands .

Taos Pony

This is not my usual style but I felt like a change. This is a a lonely little pony I met when I was in Taos, New Mexico skiing. Taos is a funny place because there are alot of undercurrents happening there. Very rich, very poor, ski town, art town, resort. Much smaller than you think and phenomenally beautiful, yet disturbing in it's socioeconomic hierarchy. SOLD

Sankaty Head Light (Before the move)

This is a view of Sankaty Lighthouse in 'Sconset painted from about a half mile off shore. The light house was moved over 400 feet this year to save it from the eroding bluff. That red stripe is an integral part of my teen life on Nantucket. Although it's history is about guiding sailors on the water it offered itself up as a reference point to me more than once as I sailed through the moors in a jeep looking for the secret party spot where bonfires crackled, guitars strummed, and good friends laughed. I'm glad it's still around even though not all of us are.

Rangeley Pastel Sketch

Before I start an oil painting I love, (like), (sort of like) to do a pastel sketch of the scene. I don't always get a chance to but when you're in Rangeley Maine for the winter there is always extra time; when you're not snowmobiling to some faraway place at a fervent pace, bundled up like Nanook of the North, with a herd of other people you have never actually seen because of their suits and helmets. At the end of the day a hot libation is definitely earned.

Rangely Maine Oil

I spent a year one winter in Rangeley Maine. Rangeley is a beautiful little town in northwest Maine where the people live for the lake. When they are not snowmobiling across it, they are boating in it, or fly fishing from it's shores and tributaries. One winter was enough fun.

The Davis House

This is a great old house in 'Sconset, on the East end of the Island. It is one of the last old bluff houses that hasn't been redone with every bell and whistle available to Martha Stewart and modern man; old soapstone sinks, crooked floors, real, old wicker furniture, simple refrigerator (maybe even an icebox), big kitchen for family gatherings, and a porch wide enough to actually sit on and entertain a passing neighbor and/or friend. SOLD