oil and cold wax on Panel 24 x 24 x 2 $1,200.00 USD Available
Agate Beach grew from several days spent camping along the Oregon coast during a West Coast sojourn. A cave in the bluff above the beach became temporary shelter; the days below were spent wandering among driftwood, sea glass, agates, jasper, stone, and debris carried and altered by the Pacific.
The painting is less a depiction of that place than an accumulation of impressions from it—weathered surfaces, fragments, mineral color and the visual disorder of things gathered and deposited over time. Layers of muted earth, blue and green are interrupted by flashes of red and orange, small provocations for the eye as it moves through the field.
Like the beach itself, the work is an aggregate: discovered, layered, scattered, and held together by memory.
Agate Beach grew from several days spent camping along the Oregon coast during a West Coast sojourn. A cave in the bluff above the beach became temporary shelter; the days below were spent wandering among driftwood, sea glass, agates, jasper, stone, and debris carried and altered by the Pacific.
The painting is less a depiction of that place than an accumulation of impressions from it—weathered surfaces, fragments, mineral color and the visual disorder of things gathered and deposited over time. Layers of muted earth, blue and green are interrupted by flashes of red and orange, small provocations for the eye as it moves through the field.
Like the beach itself, the work is an aggregate: discovered, layered, scattered, and held together by memory.