
The woods and autumn foliage seemed to provide a natural frame for the steam locomotive.
I frequent a Chinese restaurant, which has a large aquarium of exotic fishes. I took multiple photographs and created this composition from three different photographs.
Re man har seon aise preet kar, jaise jal kamlahe. Quote from Sri Guru Granth Sahib, holy book of Sikhs.
Meaning: Oh my soul, love thy Lord, as a lotus loves water.
I visited Monhegan island, off the coast of Maine, with a plan to paint a landscape. Instead, was enraptured by this artist, busily painting hollyhocks against distant foliage.
The sun was bright, the day hot, the artist drenched in sweat, oblivious to the hole in his shoe, he was one with his work.
This bubbling six year old enjoyed riding her bicycle in my neighborhood. When she was not on the bicycle, she was seen skipping around carrying her favorite teddy bear.
I took artistic license to place the teddy in the basket of her bike, so they would all be together.
These three scenes of Venice, were painted simultaneously in my studio, with the same color palette, and were kept approximately the same size. The custom frames are in cherry and gold finish, the glass is anti-reflective. To my mind, these would enhance a well-lit dinning area with semi-contemporary or classic décor.
My evening walks through the Glacier Ridge Metro Park in Dublin, Ohio, have taken me through a meandering path for many summers. While I had admired the open space, tall trees and the vibrant foliage, seldom had I paid any attention to the woods themselves. Until one hot summer day, my eye wandered deep into the forest, and caught a dark object, peeking through the thorny bushes, and hanging vines. On getting closer, I discovered that this was an old rusty truck. The setting sun, filtering through the canopy of trees, provided a natural contrast for this beautiful jewel.
The next day I held a private photo-shoot with this gorgeous model. Years and years of rust, had devoured every bit of paint and the tires were in shreds. I could not help but wonder how many decades, this old majestic, had stood by itself, in the thick of the woods, silently withstanding the scorching sun, pouring rain, falling snow and the changing seasons.
It has watched thousands of Dublin joggers pass by, evesdropped on a myriad private conversations and enjoyed the laughter of countless children. It is a silent witness to the past, present and future of Dublin. It stirred my soul and aroused the artist in me and I rendered my emotions through brush and palette.