I've been thinking of and painting snowy winter so far this month. Here are a couple of pieces - acrylic on canvas board - that show where I've been. I love the deep peacefulness that comes with winter and nature's slower pace. I still don't translate scenes exactly as I see them. Maybe that's how it's supposed to be for now.
This winter in Connecticut has been awful – not cold enough, not enough snow. I remember my first New England winter 20 years ago. I had never seen so much snow at one time. I walked empty streets during a heavy nighttime snowfall in early January, up the long hill from my apartment to the village green where the Gothic-style church dominates the neighborhood. A unique peacefulness covered everything. I watched dense snowflakes emerge from the black sky to be illuminated by s
Black College Nines founder Jay Sokol received my email more than a year ago after I discovered his fine website through my typical rabbit-hole research and reading. I appreciate how the site sheds light on oft-ignored HBCUs playing a sport (college baseball) that struggles for exposure, and I wanted to contribute to the work. We chatted for a while about our research/writing interests and the possibilities that existed, which included expanding a section about legendary play