Advent Sunrise - SOLD

 

Advent Sunrise 

5 in. x 7 in., acrylic cradled board

$135 unframed (no frame necessary) ~ SOLD

There is something about this frosty sunrise, with early morning blues and mist being cut through by the rose-gold brilliance of morning that speaks of Advent to me.  The late November chill, condensation in the air and delicate frost clinging to grasses, crispy leaves and windshields triumph over the remains of a harvest past, with winter ever nearer.  This is the back property of a friend, who lives in my old hometown of Andover, NH.  I could feel the familiarity of the space in my heart as I painted the hills and field.

Reference photo courtesy Kate Goodin

November - SOLD

 

November

8 in. x 8 in., acrylic on panel

$200 framed  ~ SOLD

I paint a lot of landscapes and still life, with the occasional supernaturalist/devotional work.  There are a few times, however, when I feel something breaking out of me that requires expressing.  This painting is how November makes me feel.  Yes, there's a barrenness to the bare trees, the early darkness and winter cold pressing in through your fall jacket; all a bit forbidding.  But I love November.  November is the coziest month to me, full of warm, rich comfort foods, soft flannels and warm wood.  November has a more natural, primitive feel than December, with all its foil-wrappings and twinkling.  November is brown and organic.  November is dusky purple mountainsides wearing a sea of bare tree branches amid the evergreen swaths.  The muted browns and purples in this piece are what I see in my mind when I think of November.  The full beaver moon frames the perched raven and is a reminder that all living things do not die or abandon our fast-wintering lives, but rather becomes more compact, more resourceful, more resilient.  This is November for me.

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Lakeport Village from Opechee

Lakeport Village from Opechee

11 in. x 14 in., acrylic on cradled board

$325 unframed (no frame necessary)

Lake Opechee is across the street from our house, a small, 426-acre lake snuggled between the massive Winnepesaukee and long, reaching Lake Winnisquam.  Our across-the-street neighbors took us on a sunset boat ride last summer.  As the sun dipped below the horizon, I snapped a photo of Lakeport from the rippling waves; pink, peach and yellow skies and the spire of the Lakeport Baptist Church greeted us from the eastern shore.

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