Crepe Myrtles


I’ve been working on a series of small landscape paintings lately.  This is one of them.  The canvas measures 18 x 24.

The road leads to a wall of crepe myrtles in bloom.  True, the road turns ahead.  But why would you want to go anywhere else?  When you reach the bunches of trees and shrubs filled with colors, you’ve arrived.


Sunday afternoon


My daughter and I hung round the National Gallery yesterday afternoon.  Afterwards, we decided to walk up 6th street and mosey over to the Museum of American Art.  I haven’t been in that museum in probably twenty years.  Yesterday’s experience looking at some 19th century paintings was almost like seeing the works for the first time.  I must have seen this painting by Frederick Childe Hassam before, but I have no recollection of it.

It’s huge.

I was utterly bowled over. I think that Bonnard had prepared me to see this during the twenty years interim and suddenly I adored it.  What an amazing collection.  We have to go back early and often.  And I have a lot of rethinking to do about painting.