Color Field

“Color Field”

Oil on canvas, 24x18”

Three solid days... that’s the most amount of time I’ve put into a painting since post-college days. I’m pleased with my effort and the size. My paintings , although using the Kentucky Tobacco barn as a common focal point, are becoming a vehicle for more geometrical compositions and color choice, and happily, they are losing focus of the a typical horizon line.

Kentucky Stone Fence, Winter

Stone Kentucky Fence, Winter,

Acrylic on Arches Watercolor Paper

8x10"

Fooling around with acrylic. Not sure me and their viscosity meet in the middle. An “Oh KY”sceene with the endless rock walls and tobacco barn.

Lonesome Pine, Crosscurrents

“Lonesome Pine, Cross currents”

“24x18” oil on panel 

Lonesome pines always draw my attention. I guess I can identify with them.

I worked on this one for almost two weeks but finally got it to where I can actually call if finished.

Cold Walk

“Cold Walk”, oil on canvas, 18x14”

I’ve been sitting on this one for a few days to make sure I was happy, and decided it was finished. It’s the second larger one I’ve done and am acclimating nicely to the size change.

Decommissioned

“Decommissioned”, oil on canvas, 18x14”

As I drive Kentucky’s country roads, I view the old tobacco barns of my state’s former life and fertile ground, as abandoned structures slowly turning into grey weathered sculptures. They evoke a loneliness of land, forgotten by time and lawsuits, beyond their control. I wish I could buy one and renovate it as my home❤️

Ziggity

Ziggity, oil on canvas, 9x12”

I’ve worked on this one for a few days, having finally found the correct color scheme for the crooked creek. I believe I changed it, succumbed to various challenges, at least four times. In person, it is the life of the party.

Tobacco Storage

Tobacco Storage 

Oil on gessobord, 8x10"

Here is the third of three paintings done last week at Camp Nelson, in Kentucky. The wheat field I was overlooking was full of incredible color that changed with the light. The barn at the top of the hill is what drew my attention. It was a weathered grey, but in the light of the day, and against the brilliant wheat field color it was almost periwinkle. The sky was a similar color so the two blended together effortlessly.