It is impossible to paint something like this without reference to Matisse. Still I think one can evoke Matisse while being fully oneself, idiosyncratic and contemporary. It’s also quite possible to find a little El Greco in one’s desire to make an image like this one. I like conversing visually with old painters translating their notions into my era’s slangy modern idiom.
This landscape is a retrospective glance. I first painted this motif many years ago, so many years ago I’ve lost track. However, this latter day version is quite different while simultaneously being quite the same as its older counterpart. It is as though one strolls through a landscape that one has known all one’s life. But then isn’t painting always like that?
Sometimes I think that I am just painting one picture. It is merely the seasons that change.