36 X 48 Oil on linen



Bird came from a variety of sources. I remember sitting on a stoop somewhere in NYC drawing a tree that intrigued me. One of those lazy days where there is time for that sort of pause. Somehow it got coupled with an intensely colored, solitary bird. Initially I was going to frame it with drawn lines, but the aloneness of the bird insisted on a more absolute environment. This began the long process of water, light, reflection of light, reflection of images, and the layering of all that into an illusion of such. That was some tricky painting. I have no idea what it means. I’ve had a variety of reactions, but I can’t say any are wrong or right.


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