Completed Bridge Painting

I guess I jumped the gun and then never followed through. For those of you who have been looking at the unfinished painting (see posting from June), here's the painting in final form. I have had this painting prepared for giclee prints (12-1/2" x 12-1/2" image with a 1-3/4" collar and title). If you're interested in purchasing a print the price would be $84 unframed, plus shipping and handling. Eventually I will set up a PayPal for this but right now I just don't have time.

For folks out there who may be unfamiliar with this particular bridge here's a bit of its history taken from the Maryland Department of Natural Resources:

"The Casselman River Bridge (built in 1813), with its 80 foot span, was the longest single span stone arch bridge in the world during the era of the National Road. The bridge crosses an area named Little Crossings. In 1755 George Washington, then a young military aide, was on the staff of British General Edward Braddock. Braddock led an army against a French fort near what is now known as Pittsburgh. Braddock's army forded the river at Little Crossings and also retreated back over the same spot after being defeated soundly by the French."

I appreciate the nice comments! This painting was a fair amount of work. ;-)

Jumpstarting the Blog....

Yes, I know it's been a looong time since the last posting, but hey, I've been a busy person. I am happy to report that I have made significant progress on my painting of the Casselman Bridge, and that the progress has been steady -- no major missteps, all forward progress.

I'm in one of the harder parts of the painting now, the foreground water. Glazing medium works quite well, giving the acrylics an even smoother application. This helps when blending colors on canvas in long strokes.

I can't really think of anything more to say really. Except, I suppose I would call this painting, compositionally, a circle in a square or an arc in a square.

Enjoy the painting!

Casselman River Bridge (in progress)
18 x18 acrylic on stretched canvas

Note: See the posting from November 2007 if you're curious about what the painting looked like in the early stages.

Half Built Bridge or Casselman's Progress

Hello all. I've been quite busy with another painting, this time an 18x18" depiction of the Casselman River Bridge near Penn Alps in Grantsville, MD. I'll be posting progress photos so that folks can watch the bridge "emerge". I'll have to say that stonework is a challenge, particularly if you're really committed to giving more than just an "impression". I wanted to really faithfully show the texture and detail.

Below is the reference photo that I am using followed by my painting progress. I'll let you be the judge as to whether I'm doing justice to this amazing landmark. By the way, in later posts I'll give a little more background info on the bridge's history.

Reference photo:
Painting in progress:

Cardinal on the Picket Line

This painting was inspired by my neighbor's aging picket fence. The pickets have reached that point in their lives where they're a little weatherbeaten, the edges have softened a bit, and they're a little mossy -- kinda like some people I know. Aged to perfection, or at least 'honest beauty'.

Anyway, I found inspiration in the these pickets and added a common songbird that's often under-appreciated.

Enjoy!

And yes, I'll never look at ivy the same way again!

(16x20 acrylic on canvas)

The Highlands of Western Pennsylvania

(12x24 acrylic on canvas)

click image for larger view

Yes, the highlands. This painting depicts a view from Haining Hill near Springs, Pennsylvania – about 3 miles, as the crow flies, from the highest elevation in Pennsylvania (Mt. Davis, 3,213 ft).

Rolling picturesque farmland, not rich by any means, but certainly picturesque. As you stand atop Haining Hill you get a real sense of being ‘on top of the world’. The topography is rolling with prominent ridges, all part of the ancient Allegheny Plateau. Some interesting history in this area as well. Further south from this point is the remnants of General Braddock’s road, which old Route 40 follows and which Interstate 68 parallels.

The view that you see depicted is looking southeast towards Springs, very near the area where my father and I were raised. In fact, we used to gather hickory nuts in that woods in the distance off to the left of the dirt road. Yes, that's a dirt road and for some of you that's a rare sight, but I'll leave that for another discussion...

Evening at the Forgotten Gate

Someone's left the gate open, for a long time. I came across this scene on one of my back road excursions on Maryland's Eastern shore. A sort of faded elegance draped in late day gold. Obviously someone took great pains to create a memorable entrance. Now it appears to be forgotten -- except for someone who stopped and thought it worth a painting.

Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed painting it...

(orig. 5x7 acrylic on gesso board)

What did Captain Smith see?

I frequently play a little time-travel game as I drive around Maryland’s Eastern Shore. I ask myself, as I look out over the marshes, what did this place look like 400 years ago? What must it have been like for Captain Smith as he commanded a small open vessel up the Chesapeake? Perhaps it looked something like this painting. Quiet, cold, obscure. Bounteous yes, but not without serious dangers – the indigenous people weren’t always kindly to bearded Englishmen who often said one thing while doing another.

If we’re really honest with ourselves and with history there are two things of which we can be certain: John Smith didn’t see the Chesapeake the same way we see it today, and what we see is simply a fragment of what once was.

Smith didn’t see the Chesapeake as something to be appreciated as one might a fine painting or as a recreational stress-relieving interlude. He saw it as commodity, as a way to make a name and a fortune, and as adventure. Rather than seeing a peaceful scene, he might have focused on the oyster beds (they were hungry that first year) or the pines in the distance (good for ship masts perhaps?). In other words, one might say he saw the Chesapeake through utilitarian eyes.

What the early 21st century observer sees when they look out over the Chesapeake is a sad tattered remnant of what once inspired Smith to write “…heaven and earth never agreed better to frame a place for man’s habitation.” Gone are the migratory masses that blotted out the sun and seemed to go on forever. Gone are the oysters. Gone are the massive trees. Much is gone, and yet the Chesapeake can still inspire people with its beauty, much as one might admire an old, worn out, but beautifully-tailored evening gown.

(unframed 5x7 acrylic on gesso board)

painting will be up for auction - check back soon!