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Landscapes
My Bench (12.8x16), acrylic, 2005
| Quiet Morning (12.1x14), acrylic, 2005 |
The Portal (16x20.1), acrylic, 2004
Landsliding (23.7x12.1), acrylic, 2005
Silent day (23.7x12.2), acrylic, 2005
The Harp (12x16), acrylic, 2004
Lake Dragon (12x16), acrylic, 2004
| Wild Coast (20.4x14.3), acrylic, 2005 |
| Thoughts of June (15.9x20), acrylic, 2005 |
Stony Shore (10.2x12.2), acrylic, 2005
Thunderstorm at Night
(9.7x11.6), acrylic, 2005
(9.7x11.6), acrylic, 2005
Dull Day (10x13.9),acrylic, 2004
| Moon Bridge (12x9). acrylic, 2004 |
The Ravine (16x20), acrylic, 2005
| The Creek (8.1x10.2), acrylic, 2004 |
Fog (9.1x12), acrylic, 2004
| Shore in Fall, acrylic, 2004 SOLD |
Cliff at Cudahy (20.1x24), acrylic, 2004
| Trees at the Cliff (11.9x16), acrylic, 2004 |
Quiet Evening (18.9x28.9), acrylic, 2004
November (16.1x20.1), acrylic, 2004
| Knobbly Trees (17.8x13), acrylic, 2005 |
| Late Afternoon (15.9x19.9), acrylic, 2005 SOLD |
| November Evening (16x20.1), acrylic, 2004 |
Late Afternoon Light (15.5x25.5), acrylic, 2005
I began relatively late to paint pure landscapes as independent framed works, exactly
since 2004, after I’d come to America.
When I saw for the first time the beauty of the Cudahy Bay shore, I was breath- taken
and knew, this was a very special place! Walking daily through the forest and along the
beach my mind became filled up with such an intensity of impressions, that I in fall
2004 began to paint my first landscape, “The Portal”, and symbolically that became
indeed a portal to landscape painting.
My sense for the symbolic isn’t running short in these motives. To me the sea and the
cliff with strong trees falling down and becoming washed by the water into bizarre
sculptures are astounding symbols of life, death and resurrection.
since 2004, after I’d come to America.
When I saw for the first time the beauty of the Cudahy Bay shore, I was breath- taken
and knew, this was a very special place! Walking daily through the forest and along the
beach my mind became filled up with such an intensity of impressions, that I in fall
2004 began to paint my first landscape, “The Portal”, and symbolically that became
indeed a portal to landscape painting.
My sense for the symbolic isn’t running short in these motives. To me the sea and the
cliff with strong trees falling down and becoming washed by the water into bizarre
sculptures are astounding symbols of life, death and resurrection.