Landscapes
My relationship to landscapes is… ever-changing. I have never really considered myself a landscape painting because it has been done for so long by so many people. I do not think I could reach the quality of the great ones and do not want to copy the poor ones. My solution is, when I actually feel the urge, is to create paintings that are more three dimensional and textured than just paint on canvas. That's my way out and forward.
St-Laurent gelé
Winter at its greyest. No sun, overcast sky. Cold. Here I was outside of Montreal on a part of the St. Lawrence that was frozen, looking off into the expanse. The image resonated with me along with the challenge to control a narrow range of greys, not something with which I have a lot of confidence. But I like the simplicity of the result, which captures the cold, isolation and boredom of winter in an image. You cannot tell very well, but the snow on the ice on the foreground is actually textured and clearly sits on top of the ice with a strong presence. Acrylic on canvas, 30 by 40 inches.
Winter at its greyest. No sun, overcast sky. Cold. Here I was outside of Montreal on a part of the St. Lawrence that was frozen, looking off into the expanse. The image resonated with me along with the challenge to control a narrow range of greys, not something with which I have a lot of confidence. But I like the simplicity of the result, which captures the cold, isolation and boredom of winter in an image. You cannot tell very well, but the snow on the ice on the foreground is actually textured and clearly sits on top of the ice with a strong presence. Acrylic on canvas, 30 by 40 inches.