“When your day seems topsy turvy and as stormy as can be, there’s nothing quite as tranquil as a nice hot cup of tea” — or coffee. These paintings are inspired by my vintage coffee and tea pots, tableware and linens I’ve collected over the years. They are sometimes painted with foliage or familiar views from my windows.
Domestic Refuge; 2019; oil/canvas; 30x48"
Tarnished coffee and tea pots; vintage glass teacups; yukata and damask textiles; ruby red amaryllis. I like the rhythm of the repetitive folds.
Tarnished tea and coffee pots; swirling white damask; rising sea; stormy sky.
Begonia with Apples; 2017; oil/canvas; 30x40"
Vintage percolator and linens with begonia, sauceboat and 1940s teacups.
There is a busy, working boatyard in my neighborhood. Tugboats and piers at water’s edge contrast with the natural beauty of the shoreline. I am inspired by the changing weather; the play of sunlight and shadow; flowing tides and shifting sands as well as the comings and goings of containers, boats, floats, movable docks, storage barrels… .
Boatyard I; 2018; oil/ canvas; 24x30"
McDevitt Boatyard at Pemberton Point, Hull, Massachusetts.
Through to the window. Painting studio at the South Shore Art Center. Cohasset, Massachusetts.
The Back Path; 2018; oil/paper; 22x22"
Hydrangeas behind the studios at the Fine Arts Work Center. Provincetown, Massachusetts.
Hull Village is nestled at the end of the Hull peninsula. Preserved Victorian summer cottages sit unspoiled like a time warp here. I appreciate the architectural aesthetic of these turn-of-the century cottages. This part of Hull is surrounded by the sea on three sides. The bay is sprinkled with harbor islands and channel markers. Sunlight and clouds shift overhead to spectacular effect and passing storms can brew up dramatic energy and rain-lashed vistas.
Black Storm; 2017; oil/canvas; 30x30" (Private Collection)
An empty summer house awaits an impending storm.
Gold On The Hill; 2017; oil/canvas; 20x16"
Change of season with Fort Revere Tower. Hull Village, Massachusetts.
Clouds Over Peddocks; 2015; oil/canvas; 16x20" (Private Collection)
Peddocks Island at sunset. Hull Village, Massachusetts
Number 11 James Avenue, Hull Village, Massachusetts.
Ethereal flowers! They are almost too beautiful to be reduced to paint. Yet, they lure me in like a honey bee. I try to paint the spell they cast on me. Their delicacy and depth of color sometimes takes me away into reverie. Some petals might bring to mind the intricate surface iridescence of butterfly wings. There is always a fresh bouquet on a table that lifts my spirit.
Hydrangeas with fresh melon and basket of peaches.
Anemonies; 2018; oil/ canvas; 16x20"
White anemonies; babies’ breath and butterfly.
Black Orchid; 2018; oil/ canvas; 24x18"
A still life painted in honor of my artist friend, Joanne.
My mother gave me a huge basket of fruit for my birthday. So, before making fruit salad, I put it to use on my still life tabletop along with some favorite vintage glassware and linens. I am especially drawn to pink and green vessels and the play of color combinations. The vibrancy of light reflecting through transparent glass creates an energetic lift, whereas densely pigmented fruits provide contrast and weight.
Begonia with Apples; 2015; oil/canvas; 30x40 inches
Vintage percolator and linens with begonia, sauceboat and apples.
Birthday Fruit 2; 2017; oil/canvas; 30x24"
Vintage glass and linens, with festive fruit.
B's sugar & creamer; 2016; oil/canvas; 16x20"
Vintage sugar and creamer with bananas, pitcher and peaches.
Lemons with Turquoise; 2018; oil/paper; 22x30"
Alla prima study on gessoed paper.
Pineapple Top; 2018; oil/paper; 30x22"
A mix of drawing and paint. Texture interplays with luminous light.
There is a weathered set of wooden stairs that leads down a brushy embankment to the bay. To descend them is to enter into a state of relaxation, happiness and peace. It is as if one can sense the joy of all who have shared this special place over the years. During summer it’s warm enough to swim in the bay and laze in the sun. In all seasons it is a fine place to walk and commune with nature, usually in solitary bliss.