Artist's StatementI’ve always been creative and have used many skills in my professional life as a book publisher including writing, photography, layout design, and entrepreneurism. However, my passion is oil painting and creating short videos. My appreciation for painting came from my family, all of whom have passed away. Although none were accomplished artists, Mom had some talent with oils for a short time, Dad absentmindedly doodled cartoon heads, and my sister, Ellen, had a natural gift for drawing and painting.Growing up in Chicago, I often visited the Art Institute, and throughout my adult life I traveled extensively, often going to art museums. Like so many others, I was attracted to Impressionism; and, I’ve spent many hours staring at the brush strokes of the Masters of that period. My love affair with Impressionism was a fait accompli due to the intimacy I was afforded by a private collection in the home of my aunt and uncle. In their heyday, they owned a Monet landscape and eight-foot wide water lilies, a fabulous Pissarro, Bonard panels, a Rodin sculpture, and numerous other masterworks including a painting by Picasso and a Rembrant etching. But for me, it was always the Impressionists. I’d sneak into the living room where my favorites hung and would study them up close when no one was around. Truth be told, I even touched the early Monet, but, only once and ever so delicately.When I first dabbled with paints as a college student, I gravitated toward landscapes with a style very loosely akin to pointillism. Right then and there, I should have taken lessons but didn’t. For the following several years, I painted occasionally, rarely finishing a canvas more than once every two or three years. Ellen died in 1993 when I was 42 years old, and losing her effected me deeply. With a small inheritance she left me, I took my wife and two young sons to London, one of her favorite cities. We viewed a special exhibit of a daVinci sketch, and afterward, I began reflecting on life and death and the many generations that had passed since he lived. I made some sketches for a painting; and, when we returned home, I started on it in my sister’s memory. It helped me to grieve, and I spent six months painstakingly applying one stroke of color at a time in a very deliberate manner. I’ve written about this in depth, but upon completion, I felt ready to throw myself into my art.
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