A long time ago while growing up in Chicago, our school went to the Art Institute.
Edward Hopper’s “Nighthawks” grabbed me with strong darks next to strong
light. Even though I was a child, I could feel the loneliness of the people in the
café. Then as I descended down a wooden staircase, a niche housed Picasso’s “Three Musicians”. “Wow, the color, the design!” was all I could think. Now
I’m proud to be part of that long tradition of oil painters.
The light, the colors, and contrasting values in nature still make me stop and
take notice. Painting landscapes keeps me connected to nature. It requires
thinking to render visually what one wants to tell. It also requires my hand
moving with its unique feel and style.
I hope the viewer also senses that connection with delight.
