Born in Boston, I have lived most of my adult life in upstate New York. Growing up I did stints in France, England and Wales where my father’s sabbaticals took him.
When I started painting during the pandemic, I wanted to paint really cool and sophisticated landscapes. I did a few of those, well maybe, but now, after my own brief recapitulation of a chunk of art history: realism (I sucked) impressionism (sort of) and abstract expressionism (fun, but needed a theme) I have found my way to animal portraits, of sorts. Shamed that painting animals isn’t really cool, like I had envisioned my work to become, it seems I can’t stop. Elegant creatures dance around in my head. In both apology for humanity’s flawed “dominion” over the creatures of the earth, and a sense of awe, I keep coming back to horses, dogs, cats etc.