Assisi Calling
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad , 2015
Blue Doors
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2014
Jacarada
16" X 12" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
The first time I saw Jacaranda trees in bloom in Ajijic, Mexico, I was absolutely amazed and delighted. The sight was breathtaking and inspiring. So, purple trees do exist! And when they arrive, they conquer! Purple everywhere; in the sky and on the cobblestone streets, where their flowers would rain down.
I created this painting back when I was a regular snowbird, flying southbound to Mexico whenever the winters would settle in hard. I had this other life down there, that I’d reconnect with 4-6 months of the year. That charming corner of the world, known as Chapala lake, held within it an incredible community of friends and some of the dearest people I have met, who would warmly greet me back every winter. That time and place, to this day, resides in me as a very special gift from this life.
I remember thinking to myself that the birds really know a thing or two about survival. And so I would follow them and stay there, where it was warm, until the the trees turned purple, and then I’d stay on a bit longer.
The first time I saw Jacaranda trees in bloom in Ajijic, Mexico, I was absolutely amazed and delighted. The sight was breathtaking and inspiring. So, purple trees do exist! And when they arrive, they conquer! Purple everywhere; in the sky and on the cobblestone streets, where their flowers would rain down.
I created this painting back when I was a regular snowbird, flying southbound to Mexico whenever the winters would settle in hard. I had this other life down there, that I’d reconnect with 4-6 months of the year. That charming corner of the world, known as Chapala lake, held within it an incredible community of friends and some of the dearest people I have met, who would warmly greet me back every winter. That time and place, to this day, resides in me as a very special gift from this life.
I remember thinking to myself that the birds really know a thing or two about survival. And so I would follow them and stay there, where it was warm, until the the trees turned purple, and then I’d stay on a bit longer.
Rage to Live
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
Dieb. Azul
16" X 12" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Amarillo
16" X 12" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Mexico
16" X 12" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
• Reserved
• Reserved
Spring Stirring
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2014
Forgotten Forgiven 2
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2014
London Cherry Blossom
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2014
Red Velvet Melody
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2014
Fig Tree Walk
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2014
Ragazza Felice
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2014
Berlin
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2014
Yellow Curtain
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2014
Surrendering
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2014
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• Sold (Private Collection)
Facsimile
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2014
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Pocket of Cotton
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2014
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Inner Temple
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2014
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Carnival
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2014
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Entrance to the Cloud
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2014
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Summer Breeze
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Warm and Cold
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2014
Green Monster Beneath the Waterfall
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2014
This painting, Green Monster Beneath the Waterfall, brings me back to an evening in Switzerland, when travelling solo through the Alps, I laid my head to rest in a cave, beneath a waterfall.
I had seen it earlier that day when visiting a glacier, which turned out to be useful, as on returning to the nearby village I discovered that all the hostels were completely full. I told a young woman, whom I had met there in Gimmelwald, the solution I had in mind. It reassured me knowing someone would be aware of my whereabouts.
After an hour of trekking through the hills and ravines I arrived at the cave just before dark. I could hear animals, mainly mountain deers (I think) climbing above. I collected as many branches for a fire as I could, but it had been raining and much of it was damp. Nonetheless, I did manage to start a fire when I resorted to burning apart of a script I was carrying, for a play I was to audition for once returning to Montreal in the Fall.
At night the sound of the waterfall camouflaged the storm that roared above. I was unaware of it, but I did dream of wrestling with the Incredible Hulk (who later in the dream became a friend), so perhaps some part of me knew there was something big and scary happening nearby.
The arrival of the morning was sweet and refreshing, as I emerged from a deep sleep. That night in the cave beneath that waterfall, next to a glacier in beautiful Gimmelwald, Switzerland, where I met and danced with my green monster, is not lost on me.
This painting, Green Monster Beneath the Waterfall, brings me back to an evening in Switzerland, when travelling solo through the Alps, I laid my head to rest in a cave, beneath a waterfall.
I had seen it earlier that day when visiting a glacier, which turned out to be useful, as on returning to the nearby village I discovered that all the hostels were completely full. I told a young woman, whom I had met there in Gimmelwald, the solution I had in mind. It reassured me knowing someone would be aware of my whereabouts.
After an hour of trekking through the hills and ravines I arrived at the cave just before dark. I could hear animals, mainly mountain deers (I think) climbing above. I collected as many branches for a fire as I could, but it had been raining and much of it was damp. Nonetheless, I did manage to start a fire when I resorted to burning apart of a script I was carrying, for a play I was to audition for once returning to Montreal in the Fall.
At night the sound of the waterfall camouflaged the storm that roared above. I was unaware of it, but I did dream of wrestling with the Incredible Hulk (who later in the dream became a friend), so perhaps some part of me knew there was something big and scary happening nearby.
The arrival of the morning was sweet and refreshing, as I emerged from a deep sleep. That night in the cave beneath that waterfall, next to a glacier in beautiful Gimmelwald, Switzerland, where I met and danced with my green monster, is not lost on me.
Yellow
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Double Door
12" X 9" , oil on canvas pad, 2014
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• Sold (Private Collection)
Door Series #13
12" X 9" , oil on canvas pad, 2003
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Serendipity
16" X 12" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
RCA Rust
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Luna Nubosa
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
Other Side of the Tracks
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Mexicain Roadtrip
16" X 12" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Glimpse
16" X 12" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Violet's Blanket
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Japanese Sticks
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Techo Blanco
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
RCA Painting Studio
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
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• Sold (Private Collection)
Tuscany
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Cali Dusk
16" X 12" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Enigma
16" X 12" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Entrada 2
12" X 9" , oil paint on canvas pad, 2003
• Sold (Private Collection)
• Sold (Private Collection)
Entradas
Doors began to first fascinate me when I was living in Italy and then later travelled to Mexico. Everywhere I went, I would come across beautiful weathered doors and walls, of all shapes and colours. The symbolism of a door holds so much. They speak of possibilities and secrets. I paint entrances for they represent the opportunity of unknown experiences. And of a beginning, as well as an end, from one space to another. Doors as motifs representing moments of transition, through space and through life.
