Michigan Avenue is like no other street I've experienced (I am emphatically not a world traveler, but I've been in most of the larger cities in this country). It is vital, it is exciting: awash in horns, diesel engines, exhaust, cigar, expensive perfume, voices, foreign languages - I could go on and on. People walk with a purpose here - avoiding puddles and staying a bit further away from the curb when it rains.
In my painting I hear the swish of tires on wet pavement. We are about to hear the belch of the bus as its brakes release and it moves on to the next stop. Between passing cars we hear raindrops on the leaves to our left and the squeak of wet carrier bags as a hurried pedestrian passes.
Yeah, this one really was just a coincidence of location - when I was moved to get out the sketchbook, I probably was not aware of exactly where I was standing - how could you be amidst that wash of visual and aural associations?
This site is both the chronicle of my recent sabbatical - the theme of which was "a sense of place" and my ongoing work in life after sabbatical. I try to share thoughts and insights about my work and the practice of painting that others will find useful and applicable to their own work. I hope you enjoy your visit!