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It sneaks up on us. Even in all of our knowing it does. Even as we are aware of it’s coming it does. Like a toddler run...
11/07/2025

It sneaks up on us. Even in all of our knowing it does. Even as we are aware of it’s coming it does. Like a toddler running up from behind who nearly knocks you over with a hug. Peak color then gone.

It gets dark fast in the woods. The canopy shades at noon. Light flows in angles morning’s and night. Sun over the horizon, nothing but ambient light. It’s so quiet alone with wooded friends. Nearly the same beginnings and ends. Look at the color.

Colors change and change until ready for gazing. Peak can only be for that second. Everything goes the color of earth once down. Here day by day checking because seeing them at the height of performance wins the day.

Darkened flamboyance

I was thinking that I would find distant activity as I tried to find something similar to the painting “hay wain” by Constable. That little road up the side feeling. But the bombs bursting in air color, everyone can slow to notice. To see what I see that stops me in my tracks. Too much color. Perfect

Done for the day. Putting tools away. Colors will fade but roots will stay.

Peak color
8x10”
Oil on board

The Cherokees’ forced march to Oklahoma, during which thousands died, became known as the Trail of Tears.” This brief na...
10/12/2025

The Cherokees’ forced march to Oklahoma, during which thousands died, became known as the Trail of Tears.” This brief narrative encapsulated what journalists, the educated public, and many U.S. historians know about Indian removal. Andrew Jackson was responsible for the policy.

The Indian Removal Act of 1830, the impetus for the Trail of Tears, targeted particularly the Five Civilized Tribes in the Southeast. As authorized by the Indian Removal Act, the Federal Government negotiated treaties aimed at clearing Indian-occupied land for white settlers.

American settlers had been pressuring the federal government to remove Indians from the Southeast; many settlers were encroaching on Indian lands.

The forced removal was done after many land disputes as the French, Spanish and English all tried to colonize parts of Cherokee territory.

The law required the government to negotiate removal treaties fairly, voluntarily and peacefully: It did not permit the president or anyone else to coerce Native nations into giving up their land. However, President Jackson and his government frequently ignored the letter of the law and forced Native Americans to vacate lands they had lived on for generations. In the winter of 1831, under threat of invasion by the U.S. Army, the Choctaw became the first nation to be expelled from its land altogether. They made the journey to Indian Territory on foot (some “bound in chains and marched double file,” one historian writes) and without any food, supplies or other help from the government. Thousands of people died along the way. It was, one Choctaw leader told an Alabama newspaper, a “trail of tears and death.”

https://www.al-tn-trailoftears.net/5-nations/cherokee #:~:text=In%201835%2C%20a%20few%20self,and%20compensation%20for%20lost%20property.

https://research.dom.edu/NAS/cherokee

Cherokee patience
16x20
Oil

Admiration of a tree. There was a meditation that said something about not working on the sabbath and go admire the crea...
10/03/2025

Admiration of a tree. There was a meditation that said something about not working on the sabbath and go admire the creation of a tree.
Enjoying the adventure more than the painting. I was following the advice of, do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life. I thought that I liked painting and drawing. Turns out, it’s just an excuse to be in the woods finding something beautiful. I love the silent woods.
I just keep walking. No need to bring a chair. Seems this section of the woods is well furn-ished 😉.
I also find that I really like teaching. Although, I’ve heard that if you can’t make it in your craft… teach. I’ve also heard that if you really want to remember something, teach it. You really have to know what your talking about when you teach. I love the inner action. Good art has two requirements. Show up. And pay attention. I have students drawing and painting in six weeks.
Artists and others ask me what kind of painting I do. I think I’m a landscape painter.
Gram lived in the woods between three mountains. The woods feel like home. I’m part Cherokee. Recently, I thought I could study and learn about the trail of tears. When I was a boy, Gram was reading about it. The mood was very somber. It took me this long to believe I could handel that truth without being biased and emotional about it. I am so disappointed and sad about what happened. Makes it difficult to understand that people don’t understand.
I wander. I think while I do. My feet touch the uneven ground as I walk. Stand on the soft moss. Off the hardened trail, beaten by thousands of hikers. I can smell the leaves and moss and sticks and air. Passing tree after tree and rock by rock legs keeping cadence with my thoughts. It’s a mental exercise. A meditation. I hear the air. Birds, squirrels (have come upon a deer or two), and the creek or running water deserved a sit. Feel my feet snug in my boots and the sun on my shoulders. I need the woods. I’m fortunate to be a professional wanderer who paints some stuff.

Wander
16x20
Oil on panel

Vissari.net. In basic painting, we learn that value is important. Take a drawing class so you know your shapes are...
09/17/2025

Vissari.net. In basic painting, we learn that value is important. Take a drawing class so you know your shapes are right. Then, is color with the right value. It doesn’t matter what color. Get the values right.

I am an apple
Acrylic
9x12

Min asked if I wasn’t sure if this was one of our visits. I don’t know when or where I am. Time and space seem indiffere...
09/05/2025

Min asked if I wasn’t sure if this was one of our visits. I don’t know when or where I am. Time and space seem indifferent at times.
Since my mind can’t tolerate gaps, I’m forever on a scavenger hunt; finding clues of when, what, where and who. From the green, I can tell it’s spring. By the light, I can tell it’s morning. From the angle, I might be in my truck. Am I shooting with my Canon T3? IDK really.
Chasing some color, wanting the sunrise because: a) the sunset is on the back and I didn’t want to hike out in the dark. And b) on a clear day, they say that you can see DC.
I always thought that I was facing East. Getting turned around on any trail is no joke. Circle navigating the entire mountain only once because I’ve made a wrong turn. But I had nowhere to be in my nowhere way.
Where did I get this image?
I remember going up early. To the overlook. Waiting. The sky is becoming light. And where is the sun that I had expected? Ummmhmmm and around to the left. Nope. I’m not facing East, but a bit south. Or not south enough as I calculate that we are in the northern hemisphere, so the sun is always south. Enough to confuse me.
I hike down and start to drive down disappointed.
At the “Potomac Overlook “ I snap one image as I make my way to the east side. Yep. Missed the sunrise all together.
The mountian started locking its gates when Covid hit. So many people… too many people doing the wrong things got me locked out for sunrise. So, this must be from before that.
Looking through my sugarloaf files, I find it. This tonalism is exactly what I’m wanting. It’s here but not. Somehow dominant, quietly. Subtle, powerfully solid. Jagged and gnarly branches, sticks and forest. And how did that bird get up there? I just thought it should be. Float away into the mist of time and place above the tree line.

Potomac overlook
16x24
Oil

Sugarloaf mountain has always been a place for me looking outside, looking in. Nature seems fresh up there. Closer to ...
08/29/2025

Sugarloaf mountain has always been a place for me looking outside, looking in.
Nature seems fresh up there. Closer to the sun.
Capturing the top so I have it as a painting on my wall. This is a special place holding strength in the stones of advice. The air holds a clarity. I see the atmosphere blur the horizon. Thoughts come and go like clouds. Inner dialogue reflects and resets. Answers in movement of twigs and tree limbs.
I don’t always say, “this is my last painting”… or do I? This was one of the first places I wanted to paint for me. Mostly because I’ll be to old to get up there some day too see it. I’ve dragged the paints up that hill. Maybe the last time. This is the one I’ll have when I’m 80 and can’t make the trip. A painting for me to reflect with.

Sugarloaf mountain (from the top)
16x20
Oil

They are everywhere if you know where to look. The kids measured there hight against the growth. Always had some in the ...
08/08/2025

They are everywhere if you know where to look. The kids measured there hight against the growth. Always had some in the yard. Fields near and far are growing. Walked a few miles there and back year after year to find some past peak. Out road tripping found a good field.
There’s a third turn of the stalk every leaf. The spiral continues throughout the growth. A geometric face tops the spiral and leaves burst from the seed pod. The heads turn to face the sun until the bloom opens.
Vincent painted them over and over. The thirteen sunflowers in a vase was sold. The new owner painted over the background with a light blue.
We walk into the dusty heat to look. Yellow finch dart from plant to plant in a chase that doesn’t end. Beez buzz picking over the pollen. Butterflies invite with a dance above our heads.
One midnight I laid in the acres. Looking past the standing faces to the stars. Left about the time my brain started singing black bear is coming.
Sometimes I find nothing. Sometimes it’s just memories I find.

8x10”
Oil

Wooded forest open to fields on the left and right. I’m usually looking left towards the mountain. Did a lot there when ...
08/01/2025

Wooded forest open to fields on the left and right. I’m usually looking left towards the mountain. Did a lot there when I first learned to drive. It’s a million dollar view then a last few lots for sale before the second view. The sheep are sometimes out. Sometimes near, sometimes far. It’s a huge stone house.
One July 5th, before anyone was awake, I went for a ride. Hands and face cold, I smell the cut hay. Fog in the bottom. Dew, dissipating. It became a favorite spot any time of year.
When they are out, I say, “sheepsis” like the kids.

Sheepsis
16x20
Oil

here in the shade behind the tree from the evening sun. The air is perfectly warm with a slight tingle of coldness on m...
07/18/2025

here in the shade behind the tree from the evening sun. The air is perfectly warm with a slight tingle of coldness on my fingers. Looking forward to what is pretty sure to be a beautiful encounter. The grass and vine are tall enough to hold my hands. My eyes are alert to any flirting glance through the tree line. slightly elevated senses scan the valley. Temperature rose slightly today at the end. All the clouds dressed with dizzying flashes shine back. Pushing my face past the branches, I’ve been watching a while. Did nature do that? Did God make that? So enchanting the smile. I lean in but hesitate as our minds melt into one, I feel myself floating like a butterfly, too hear you say, “kiss me already”.

Kiss me already
11x14
Oil on panel

In WV, past the estates, at the end of the road, I found this. Everyone in the estates know who the owner was. Now the...
07/11/2025

In WV, past the estates, at the end of the road, I found this. Everyone in the estates know who the owner was. Now the daughter lives there.

My nephew asked if I would paint some cows. All the angus were sold. I was painting the sky and land. It was spring and the storm was about coming. Angus have been long gone. But everyone got a two acre lot.

Storm cows
16x20
Oil

A view from my window on a road where you could be going the speed limit or stop in the road for a few pictures without ...
07/04/2025

A view from my window on a road where you could be going the speed limit or stop in the road for a few pictures without seeing anyone. There’s a great grill if you’re willing to come down that way. It’s a nice country drive as they say. Um hm. Not telling where it is. Maybe only my mind. Summer Brease. Oil on panel. 8X10

Summer breeze
16x20
Oil on panel

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