ORIGINALS
Walk in the Light (2013) - ORIGINAL
4' x 6'
Acrylic on canvas
When in college at Oberlin in Ohio I worked in a kitchen. Ethel was a cook and I attended her small church a couple of times. I remember the African American choir proceeding in swaying and singing “Walk in the Light. Jesus shines bright”. I got input for this “I Am the Light” painting from several members of King's Harbor Church in Torrance. The painting is my largest. I researched what is meant by “I Am the Light” as set out in the gospel of John. There are several opinions.
Acrylic on canvas
When in college at Oberlin in Ohio I worked in a kitchen. Ethel was a cook and I attended her small church a couple of times. I remember the African American choir proceeding in swaying and singing “Walk in the Light. Jesus shines bright”. I got input for this “I Am the Light” painting from several members of King's Harbor Church in Torrance. The painting is my largest. I researched what is meant by “I Am the Light” as set out in the gospel of John. There are several opinions.
Abandoned-Morrow County Oregon (2013) - ORIGINAL
24" x 30"
Acrylic on canvas
Framed in a black floating frame
Abandoned-Morrow County Oregon is a surreal painting of an abandoned house on the plain. In 2009 my good friend Todd Martinson shot the photo from which the painting was made. From the photo there appear to be pock marks on the wood (though not emphasized in the painting). Todd did not know what those might be; if the building was shot at by cowboys in Eastern Oregon it is wonderful the building has not been destroyed. The pock marks could also be from quail hunters prevalent in that area.
The house is in the middle of nowhere with only dead grass around the edges. One wonders who lived there. Why did they leave? Were they farmers or ranchers who could not make a go of it? Was their name Joad? Todd believes the structure could be as old as the 1930s as not much left inside though the roof looks to be in fair, if stained, condition. One hopes it did not house a family driven out by their race. I am very satisfied with the painting and it looks great on a wall. I also offer giclée prints on stretched canvas which look virtually like the original painting. Acrylic being largely two dimensional the giclée prints work wonderfully.
Acrylic on canvas
Framed in a black floating frame
Abandoned-Morrow County Oregon is a surreal painting of an abandoned house on the plain. In 2009 my good friend Todd Martinson shot the photo from which the painting was made. From the photo there appear to be pock marks on the wood (though not emphasized in the painting). Todd did not know what those might be; if the building was shot at by cowboys in Eastern Oregon it is wonderful the building has not been destroyed. The pock marks could also be from quail hunters prevalent in that area.
The house is in the middle of nowhere with only dead grass around the edges. One wonders who lived there. Why did they leave? Were they farmers or ranchers who could not make a go of it? Was their name Joad? Todd believes the structure could be as old as the 1930s as not much left inside though the roof looks to be in fair, if stained, condition. One hopes it did not house a family driven out by their race. I am very satisfied with the painting and it looks great on a wall. I also offer giclée prints on stretched canvas which look virtually like the original painting. Acrylic being largely two dimensional the giclée prints work wonderfully.
Freedom Tower Rising (2013) - ORIGINAL
24" x 30"
Acrylic on canvas
Freedom Tower Rising honors Kenneth Frederick Rice III, the nephew of a good friend. Kenneth lost his life when a plane hit his work place on 9/11. The painting was made from a photo of the Freedom Tower or One World Trade Center as it appeared under construction. The photo was taken by Douglas Borstel. The scene captures excellent angles and perspective and the spirit of the building.
Acrylic on canvas
Freedom Tower Rising honors Kenneth Frederick Rice III, the nephew of a good friend. Kenneth lost his life when a plane hit his work place on 9/11. The painting was made from a photo of the Freedom Tower or One World Trade Center as it appeared under construction. The photo was taken by Douglas Borstel. The scene captures excellent angles and perspective and the spirit of the building.
Trinity Church Beverly Chicago (2012) - ORIGINAL
24" x 30"
Acrylic on canvas
The idea for this painting came from the occasion of my best friend Charlie Bowers' 50th wedding anniversary. He met his wife through Trinity church. The painting shows Trinity United Methodist Church in Beverly Hills Chicago, the church we grew up in at 99th and Winchester on Chicago's South Side. Beverly Hills is a community in the city of Chicago and the church is thus 99 blocks south of downtown. Several photos and looks were considered; Edris Hoover supplied the best. She has been a mainstay of this church; also her father John Bailey years ago supported youth in winter paper drives and whatever else was needed. The wonderful Gothic structure is still a church but the congregation is small and has been overtaken by the growth of the local Catholic Parish.
Parts of the building are now rented out. The church auditorium has seen many youth operettas (for which we sold program ads by peddling our bikes truly miles away to find businesses some of whom probably never heard of the church). In its heyday the local public grade school, Sutherland, dismissed early for the Trinity bazaar (and in those years a slide show of the nativity was shown in the school). The church was strongest under pastor Kermit Long and for a time my mother was church secretary. We brought in outside speakers for community events and I recall coming back from Wisconsin in a blizzard so my friend Charlie (who later became a Navy pilot) could hear Werner Von
Braun who was making a national tour.
Acrylic on canvas
The idea for this painting came from the occasion of my best friend Charlie Bowers' 50th wedding anniversary. He met his wife through Trinity church. The painting shows Trinity United Methodist Church in Beverly Hills Chicago, the church we grew up in at 99th and Winchester on Chicago's South Side. Beverly Hills is a community in the city of Chicago and the church is thus 99 blocks south of downtown. Several photos and looks were considered; Edris Hoover supplied the best. She has been a mainstay of this church; also her father John Bailey years ago supported youth in winter paper drives and whatever else was needed. The wonderful Gothic structure is still a church but the congregation is small and has been overtaken by the growth of the local Catholic Parish.
Parts of the building are now rented out. The church auditorium has seen many youth operettas (for which we sold program ads by peddling our bikes truly miles away to find businesses some of whom probably never heard of the church). In its heyday the local public grade school, Sutherland, dismissed early for the Trinity bazaar (and in those years a slide show of the nativity was shown in the school). The church was strongest under pastor Kermit Long and for a time my mother was church secretary. We brought in outside speakers for community events and I recall coming back from Wisconsin in a blizzard so my friend Charlie (who later became a Navy pilot) could hear Werner Von
Braun who was making a national tour.
Chaos (2012) - ORIGINAL
12" x 12"
Acrylic on canvas
This painting had a life of its own as three granddaughters had input and some brush strokes. The title came from one theme of the painting which is disorganization in nature. The school bus reminds some viewers of tragedy but I see the bus as a hopeful sign in a confusing world.
Acrylic on canvas
This painting had a life of its own as three granddaughters had input and some brush strokes. The title came from one theme of the painting which is disorganization in nature. The school bus reminds some viewers of tragedy but I see the bus as a hopeful sign in a confusing world.
Sandbar at Avenue A Redondo Beach (2013) - ORIGINAL
16" x 20"
Acrylic on canvas
A friend liked my larger abstract painting Sandbars because it reminded him of a time off Avenue A in Redondo Beach California when he and his son were swimming. His son lost his strength. By a miracle there was a sandbar there which provided respite for recovery. My friend told his son "put your feet down". They then continued swimming. I tried to capture in an abstract way what a swimmer might see of the buildings along the shore though they do have a surreal almost Star Wars quality. I am very pleased with the way the blues of the ocean and the sky complement each other.
Acrylic on canvas
A friend liked my larger abstract painting Sandbars because it reminded him of a time off Avenue A in Redondo Beach California when he and his son were swimming. His son lost his strength. By a miracle there was a sandbar there which provided respite for recovery. My friend told his son "put your feet down". They then continued swimming. I tried to capture in an abstract way what a swimmer might see of the buildings along the shore though they do have a surreal almost Star Wars quality. I am very pleased with the way the blues of the ocean and the sky complement each other.