I had the most pleasing night. My wife and I went on a date. The first one since our son was born six months ago. We went to the Frost Art Museum in Miami to see our friend Arnold Mesches and his spectacular paintings. While there, my good friend and gallery owner Brook Dorsch told me to take a look at the museum's permanent collection show on the second floor. Lo and behold there were about a dozen works of art in this room, two of which were large Peter Paul Rubens paintings and staring at them on the opposite wall was one of my paintings! The museum bought the painting last year and I was told that it was hanging in the university's president's office,which makes me feel kind of nice, but this honor of being in the same room as Peter Paul Rubens is quite another feeling! It was a good night.
One of the aspects I am aware of is the difference in the quality of light that falls over south Florida as compared to where I am from in northern New Jersey. One of my favorite paintings by George Bellows captures that northern light most strikingly. His "Winter Afternoon" painting gives me comfort. In that painting he captures the view of the Palisades where I grew up. I knew well the little jagged orange that represent the morning sun on those cliffs. I can go on and on, my point is that the representation of light is a catalyst to certain moods for me. In this painting a torrential rain had fallen over my studio in the early evening. As it often rains here the clouds moved fast and it was clear again leaving the parking lot wet. Little puddles acted like a mirror to the sky above. The light danced and jumped all over my vision bringing me a sense of excitement that I had to try and capture.